Posts Tagged ‘Emily Dickinson’

Poetry of loss.

Posted: March 11, 2016 in Poetry
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I’ve been thinking about and reading poetry again these days, something I used to do regularly “back in the day.”  I’ve shared some favorite poems here before:

The Highwayman
When the Frost is on the Punkin
A Ballad of China
And don’t forget Patterns.

Emily Dickinson is another poet, like e.e. cummings,  with a unique style of presentation.  This poem is one I enjoyed in those days when I was distraught by disappointment in love or like.  See what you think.

I got so I could take his name
Emily Dickinson

I got so I could take his name—
Without—Tremendous gain—
That Stop-sensation—on my Soul—
And Thunder—in the Room—

I got so I could walk across
That Angle in the floor,
Where he turned so, and I turned—how—
And all our Sinew tore—

I got so I could stir the Box—
In which his letters grew
Without that forcing, in my breath—
As Staples—driven through—

Could dimly recollect a Grace—
I think, they call it “God”—
Renowned to ease Extremity—
When Formula, had failed—

And shape my Hands—
Petition’s way,
Tho’ ignorant of a word
That Ordination—utters—

My Business, with the Cloud,
If any Power behind it, be,
Not subject to Despair—
It care, in some remoter way,
For so minute affair
As Misery—
Itself, too vast, for interrupting—more—

Bees do have a smell, you know, and if they don’t they should, for their feet are dusted with spices from a million flowers.
  ~Ray Bradbury, Dandelion Wine


To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee,
One clover, and a bee,
And revery.
The revery alone will do,
If bees are few.
~Emily Dickinson, The Complete Poems


The keeping of bees is like the direction of sunbeams.
~Henry David Thoreau


Join us any time at Lens and Pens by Sally for the weekly photo challenge for non-traditional cameras.  You’ll love it!

Yesterday, I had included links to all my Chihuly posts, approved them early in the morning, then found tonight that they weren’t included.  If you missed them, please feel free to go back to the Weekly Photo Challenge: Vivid…flower power and you’ll find them at the bottom, below the photo.  Sorry about whatever it was WordPress did.

This week’s theme for the Weekly Photo Challenge, “Early Bird“, is right in my sweet spot.  I wake up early no matter what time I go to sleep and, being married to a night owl, that means I don’t always get as much sleep as I’d like.  But it does make for some glorious morning photos and time to be almost alone on the path in the park.  This morning there was some early fog and the sun was just up from the horizon, allowing me this glimpse of beauty.  If the early bird really does catch the worm, this is a worm I’ll catch as often as possible!

Every morning was a cheerful invitation to make my life of equal simplicity, and I may say innocence, with Nature herself.
~Henry David Thoreau, Walden


The sun just touched the morning;
The morning, happy thing,
Supposed that he had come to dwell,
And life would be all spring.
~Emily Dickinson