Talk:Poems (Dickinson)/If you were coming in the fall

There is an alternate version in the page history. I really hate how editors redact her rhymes.

If you were coming in the Fall,

I'd brush the Summer by

With half a smile, and half a spurn,

As Housewives do, a Fly.

If I could see you in a year,

I'd wind the months in balls —

And put them each in separate Drawers,

For fear the numbers fuse —

If only Centuries, delayed,

I'd count them on my Hand,

Subtracting, till my fingers dropped

Into Van Dieman's Land.

If certain, when this life was out —

That yours and mine, should be

I'd toss it yonder, like a Rind,

And take Eternity —

But, now, uncertain of the length

Of this, that is between,

It goads me, like the Goblin Bee —

That will not state — its sting.


 * There are several versions of Dickinson's poems. The version that you are objecting to is that published in the 1890 book called Poems. What is the source for the version you give here? Beeswaxcandle (talk) 07:32, 4 November 2011 (UTC)