'Twas here my summer paused

'Twas here my summer paused
What ripeness after then
To other scene or other soul
My sentence had begun.
To winter to remove
With winter to abide
Go manacle your icicle
Against your Tropic Bride.

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American poet known for her unconventional use of form and syntax. Most of her work was published posthumously.

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