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Poetry of the day.

Bring me the sunset in a cup, - Emily Dickinson


Bring me the sunset in a cup, Reckon the morning’s flagons up And say how many Dew, Tell me how far the morning leaps — Tell me what time the weaver sleeps Who spun the breadth of blue!


Write me how many notes there be In the new Robin’s ecstasy Among astonished boughs — How many trips the Tortoise makes — How many cups the Bee partakes, The Debauchee of Dews!


Also, who laid the Rainbow’s piers, Also, who leads the docile spheres By withes of supple blue? Whose fingers string the stalactite — Who counts the wampum of the night To see that none is due?


Who built this little Alban House

And shut the windows down so close

My spirit cannot see?

Who’ll let me out some gala day

With implements to fly away,

Passing Pomposity?

Sun setting over the Hollywood Hills in Los Angeles