The outside temperature is decently over a hundred degrees plus humidity, and only summer poems seem appropriate for this weekend. One of my favorites, discovered during my first college summer, in the quiet moments with poetry that living by yourself provides, is this tiny yet compelling bit from Emily Dickinson (but of course).
To see the Summer Skyis Poetry, though never in a Book it lie --True Poems flee--
Have a happy weekend, friends!
p.s. I got into my master's program! Thanks for all the happy thoughts and well-wishes!
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