A Summer poem in the middle of Winter

The Last of Summer is Delight -

Deterred by Retrospect.

Tis Ecstasy's revealed Review -

Enchantment's Syndicate.

To meet it - nameless as it is -

Without celestial Mail -

Audacious as without a knock

To walk within the Veil.

                                          Emily Dickinson #1353 TJ

For some reason it had been a popular belief that Emily Dickinson's poetry was mostly morbid, about death and dying.  I find the opposite to be true. Sure she does have some poems on the subject but I would argue she has more on the subject of life, ecstasy, love, nature, and heaven.  The greatness of her poetry lies in the fact you cannot pigeon hole her poetry or her life, and because of this we are forced to read her poetry with open minds and hearts.

There is no absolute record of her having an intimate sexual relationship, but letters and poems like these indicate an extensive knowledge of the subject.  As I read this poem these words stick out in my mind, "Delight, Ecstasy's, and Enchantment's" all capitalized.  No matter who she was with these words make me think she has a better sense of intimacy than most.