Further Poems of Emily Dickinson/There are two ripenings—

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There are two ripenings—
One of sight, whose forces
Spheric wind,
Until the velvet product
Drops, spicy, to the ground.

A homelier maturing,
The process in the burr—
That teeth of frosts
Alone disclose
On far October air.[1]

  1. ↑ Published on page 207 of the "Life and Letters."
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