judith meskill - soc.media.rocks

 

"... THE BEE is not afraid of me,
I know the butterfly;
The pretty people in the woods
Receive me cordially.

The brooks laugh louder when I come,
The breezes madder play.
Wherefore, mine eyes, thy silver mists?
Wherefore, O summer’s day? ..."
 
Emily Dickinson

 

"... Partake as doth the Bee,
Abstemiously ..."

 
Emily Dickinson

 
in memory of Louise Halper.

"... THE BUTTERFLY obtains
But little sympathy,
Though favorably mentioned
In Entomology.
Because he travels freely
And wears a proper coat,
The circumspect are certain
That he is dissolute.
Had he the homely scutcheon of modest Industry,
’T were fitter certifying for Immortality ..."
 
Emily Dickinson
 
yesterday i stepped into the garden to catch what turned out to be a nanosecond of repose for this cabbage white butterfly that was flitting about the liatris ... happy weekend, dear friends ... xo

"... I cannot meet the Spring unmoved --
I feel the old desire --
A Hurry with a lingering, mixed,
A Warrant to be fair --

A Competition in my sense
With something hid in Her --
And as she vanishes, Remorse
I saw no more of Her ..."
 
Emily Dickinson

"... Of Nature I shall have enough
When I have entered these
Entitled to a Bumble bee's
Familiarities ..."
 
Emily Dickinson

"... NATURE rarer uses yellow
Than another hue;
Saves she all of that for sunsets,-
Prodigal of blue,
 
Spending scarlet like a woman,
Yellow she affords
Only scantly and selectly,
Like a lover's words ..."
 
Emily Dickinson

"... the inundation of the spring
submerges every soul,
it sweeps the tenement away
but leaves the water whole.
in which the soul, at first alarmed,
seeks furtive for its shore,
but acclimated, gropes no more
for that peninsular ..."
 
Emily Dickinson
music credit: Ehma , La plage de Blâne-est

"... A Hyacinth -- I hid --
Puts out a Ruffled Head --
And odors fall
From flasks -- so small --
You marvel how they held -- ..."
 
Emily Dickinson

"... Hush! Epigea wakens!
The Crocus stirs her lids --
Rhodora's cheek is crimson,
She's dreaming of the woods!
 
Then turning from them reverent --
Their bedtime 'tis, she said --
The Bumble bees will wake them
When April woods are red ..."
 
Emily Dickinson

"... this year the east wind has been a playful tease
blowing sunshine and making rain as it sends in the spring
the plums along the river fell like red snow in one night
then the tantalizing peach blossoms opened in profusion ..."
 
Wang Shizhen, Seductive Spring poetry series, 1664.
i love the seductive quality of the first flowers of spring and thought to name this shot 'seductive spring' - i then searched for some words and discovered wang shizhen and fell in love with this 17th century poet's 'seductive spring' series ... xo

"... Nature -- the Gentlest Mother is,
Impatient of no Child --
The feeblest -- or the waywardest --
Her Admonition mild --
 
In Forest -- and the Hill --
By Traveller -- be heard --
Restraining Rampant Squirrel --
Or too impetuous Bird -- ..."
 
Emily Dickinson

"... For every Bird a Nest --
Wherefore in timid quest
Some little Wren goes seeking round --
 
Wherefore when boughs are free --
Households in every tree --
Pilgrim be found?
 
Perhaps a home too high --
Ah Aristocracy!
The little Wren desires --
 
Perhaps of twig so fine --
Of twine e'en superfine,
Her pride aspires -- ..."
 
Emily Dickinson

"... Whose Pink career may have a close
Portentous as our own, who knows?
To imitate these Neighbors fleet
In awe and innocence, were meet ..."
 
Emily Dickinson

"... March is the Month of Expectation.
The things we do not know --
The Persons of prognostication
Are coming now --
We try to show becoming firmness --
But pompous Joy
Betrays us, as his first Betrothal
Betrays a Boy ..."
 
Emily Dickinson

i watched this feisty nuthatch try to woo his chosen one with this walnut for nearly a full minute - which is an eternity in nuthatch time ... xo

"... What I can do -- I will --
Though it be little as a Daffodil --
That I cannot -- must be
Unknown to possibility -- ..."
 
Emily Dickinson