“I think you would like the chestnut-tree I met in my walk. It hit my notice suddenly, and I thought the skies were in blossom.”more info
source: 1862 letter to Thomas Wentworth Higginson, in Letters of Emily Dickinson, vol. 1 (Boston: Roberts Brothers, 1894), 308.
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“The sky was peach and gold, a teacup of a morning, just enough clouds so as not to mock us.”more info
source: An Exact Replica of a Figment of My Imagination (New York: Little, Brown and Company, 2008), 100.
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“The sky above us was going from musky yellow to purple. Colors of a cut plum, Mother said.”more info
source: The Liars’ Club (New York: Penguin Books, 2005), 10th anniversary edition, 319.
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“The green of the ice and water begins to be visible about half an hour before sunset. Is it produced by the reflected blue of the sky mingling with the yellow or pink of the setting sun?”more info
source: The Journal 1837–1861 (New York: New York Review of Books, 2009), 539.
notes: diary entry dated January 20, 1859
“Halfway up the slope, guarded by a group of tall, slim cypress trees, nestled a small strawberry-pink villa, like some exotic fruit lying in the greenery. The cypress trees undulated gently in the breeze, as if they were busily painting the sky a still brighter blue for our arrival.”more info