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| Peter Breck - May 1989 |
By a departing light
1714 Emily Dickinson
By a departing light
We see acuter, quite,
Than by a wick that stays.
There’s something in the flight
That clarifies the sight
And decks the rays.
Thanks to my 6001 blogs (including this one) I have become quite literate. My literacy is almost one-sided as when I began in 2006 I found it fun to mate my photographs with poems by my favourite poets. One of them is Emily Dickinson. I have over 100 blogs that feature my photographs. I have done the same with Jorge Luís Borges, Julio Cortázar, Alfonsina Storni, Alejandra Pizarnik, Shakespeare, William Carlos Williams, Alfredo Galeano, Mario Benedetti and a few more.
Of Dickinson I have retained in my memory most of them as I have her complete poems in one volume. Somehow the one I have used today escaped my notice. I saw in on Twitter/X and saved it. In the last two nights I decided I wanted to illustrate it with my portrait of a Canadian actor.
I had a problem. Because of my age (81) names are beginning to fade. How could I find him in my files?
The solution was to call John Lekich. I asked him, “What is the name of the Canadian actor I photographed in North Vancouver who appeared in many Westerns?
He immediately remembered. “Alex that’s Peter Breck who also appeared in some Perry Mason’s.”
So here you have Peter Breck
And more Emily dickinson
Rosemary white and a bit of yellow
November left then clambered up
You cannot make remembrance grow
November
the maple wears a gayer scarf
Just as green and as white
It's full as opera
I cannot dance upon my Toes
a door just opened on the street
Amber slips away
Sleep
When August burning low
Pink Small and punctual
A slash of blue
I cannot dance upon my toes
Ah little rose
For hold them, blue to blue
Linda Melsted - the music of the violin does not emerge alone
The Charm invests her face
A sepal, a petal and a thorn
The Savior must have been a docile Gentleman
T were blessed to have seen
There is no frigate like a book
I pay in satin cash
Water makes many beds
The viola da gamba
But sequence ravelled out of reach
A parasol is the umbrella's daughter
Without the power to die
Lessons on the piny
Ample make this bed
How happy is the little stone
The shutting of the eye
I dwell in possibility
when Sappho was a living girl
In a library
A 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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