<p>Poem #374 is in some ways a companion poem to the last poem on this podcast, #373, "This world is not Conclusion." They appear on facing pages of one of her hand-written booklets--but this poem is fuller, more visualized, a crazy world of fashion and flowers, the essence of summer. Which inevitably ends. And ends right where it should: in the poet's lap.</p>

Poem #374 is in some ways a companion poem to the last poem on this podcast, #373, "This world is not Conclusion." They appear on facing pages of one of her hand-written booklets--but this poem is fuller, more visualized, a crazy world of fashion and flowers, the essence of summer. Which inevitably ends. And ends right where it should: in the poet's lap.

Emily Dickinson, Poem #374 ("It will be Summer -- eventually")

Join me, Mark Scarbrough, on this bookmarked journey through some of the best lyric poetry in English . I've got a passion for small, evocative poems. I'd like to share that with out--as well as those poems, of course! Together, we'll encounter the core things that make us human: love, the inner life, the emotions, our notion of purpose, and our relationship with the natural world around us. Join me. We humans are made for each other!

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Emily Dickinson, Poem #374 ("It will be Summer -- eventually")

Emily Dickinson, Poem #374 ("It will be Summer -- eventually")