color, "harrowing Iodine"

as cores infinitas de Dickinson.
iodine (EYE-o-dyne - EYE-o-deen)

"Dense vapor of a deep violet color; [fig.] violet; vibrant purple; coloring of the sunset."
(daqui)


The Red — Blaze — is the Morning –
The Violet — is Noon –
The Yellow — Day — is falling –
And after that — is none –

But Miles of Sparks — at Evening –
Reveal the Width that burned –
The Territory Argent — that
Never yet — consumed –

. . .

The Color of a Queen, is this --
The Color of a Sun
At setting -- this and Amber --
Beryl -- and this, at Noon --

And when at night -- Auroran widths
Fling suddenly on men --
'Tis this -- and Witchcraft -- nature keeps
A Rank -- for Iodine --

. . .

She sweeps with many-colored brooms,
And leaves the shreds behind;
Oh, housewife in the evening west,
Come back, and dust the pond!

You dropped a purple ravelling in,
You dropped an amber thread;
And now you've littered all the East
With duds of emerald!

And still she plies her spotted brooms,
And still the aprons fly,
Till brooms fade softly into stars
And then I come away.

(...) And tints the Transit in the West
With harrowing Iodine— (...)

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