A Light Exists In Spring
Wednesday, March 16, 2016
A LIGHT exists in spring
Not present on
the year
At any other period.
When March is
scarcely here
A color stands abroad
On solitary hills
That silence cannot overtake,
But human nature
feels.
It waits upon the lawn;
It shows the
furthest tree
Upon the furthest slope we know;
It almost speaks
to me.
Then, as horizons step,
Or noons report
away,
Without the formula of sound,
It passes, and we
stay:
A quality of loss
Affecting our
content,
As trade had suddenly encroached
Upon a sacrament.
Emily Dickinson
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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