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| Madeleine Morris |
Some who might visit this blog from time to time may have
noticed the pattern of Emily Dickinson poems illustrated with my photographs.
At one point (when I started) I would look at one of my pictures and then look
for a Dickinson poem that might go hand in hand. But now the process is
backwards. On my bed table I have this handsome The Poetry of Emily Dickinson that
I bought at Chapters last year. I read it at bedtime and inspiration hits with
frequency.
XXXV
THE RAT is the concisest tenant.
He pays no rent,—
Repudiates the obligation,
On schemes intent.
Balking our wit
To sound or circumvent,
Hate cannot harm
A foe so reticent.
Neither decree
Prohibits him,
Lawful as
Equilibrium.
The light exists in spring
The lady dare not lift her veil
I took my power in my hand
I find my feet have further goals
I cannot dance upon my toes
The Music of the Violin does not emerge alone
Red Blaze
He touched me, so I live to know
Rear Window- The Entering Takes Away
Said Death to Passion
We Wear the Mask That Grins And Lies
It was not death for I stood alone
The Music in the Violin Does Not Emerge Alone
I tend my flowers for thee
Lavinia Norcross Dickinson
Pray gather me anemone!
Ample make her bed
His caravan of red
Me-come! My dazzled face
Develops pearl and weed
But peers beyond her mesh
Surgeons must be very careful
Water is taught by thirst
I could not prove that years had feet
April played her fiddle
A violin in Baize replaced
I think the longest hour
The spirit lasts
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