Week 11

from Emily Dickinson (1830–86).  Complete Poems.  1924.

XVI

THE SKIES can’t keep their secret!
They tell it to the hills—
The hills just tell the orchards—
And they the daffodils!
A bird, by chance, that goes that way	5
Soft overheard the whole.
If I should bribe the little bird,
Who knows but she would tell?
I think I won’t, however,
It’s finer not to know;	10
If summer were an axiom,
What sorcery had snow?
So keep your secret, Father!
I would not, if I could,
Know what the sapphire fellows do,	15
In your new-fashioned world!

Good day to you all.  Hope you are well and have found time to practice your recitation, which is to be performed today, as you know.  Afterwards you will have time to write the final essay of about 500 words, open notes and sources, including author and title references to the 3-6 sources you are required to integrate, and direct quotation to illustrate the aptness of your descriptions and interpretative claims.

Any outstanding work must of course be submitted this week, no later than Thursday midnight.

Enjoy the Summer, Come Rain Come Shine