There are two Ripenings—one—of sight—, par Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

There are two Ripenings—one—of sight—

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There are two Ripenings—one—of sight—

Whose forces Spheric wind

Until the Velvet product

Drop spicy to the ground—

A homelier maturing—

A process in the Bur—

That teeth of Frosts alone disclose

In far October Air.

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