A DAY { I ’ LL TELL YOU HOW THE SUN ROSE }
I ’ ll tell you how the sun rose , — A ribbon at a time . The steeples swam in amethyst , The news like squirrels ran .
The hills untied their bonnets , The bobolinks begun . Then I said softly to myself , “ That must have been the sun !”
But how he set , I know not . There seemed a purple stile Which little yellow boys and girls Were climbing all the while
Till when they reached the other side , A dominie in gray Put gently up the evening bars , And led the flock away .
Emily Dickinson 1830 — 1886
Photo opposite page : Ed Rosack
PORTFOLIO MAGAZINE 19