‘This Is the Land the Sunset Washes’

Twilight, Venice. Claude Monet. 1908.


 Emily Dickinson


This is the land the sunset washes,

These are the banks of the Yellow Sea;

Where it rose or whither it rushes,

These are the western mystery!


Night after night her purple traffic

Strews the land with opal bales;

Merchantmen poise upon horizons,

Slip, and vanish with fairy sails.

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