Centos from letters between Emily and Sue Dickinson:

I.

Hot Nights in the Southern Sky

 

Lightning blinds us:

untouched by morning

untouched by noon.

Strange things always go alone.

Soundless as dots,

grand go the years.

 

II.

 

Oh, What Sagacity Perished Here!

 

 

Lightning,

lightning,

untouched by morning.

Hot nights in the summer sky,

soundless,

lightning.

Grand go the years

as strange things always go alone.