judith meskill - soc.media.rocks

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

"... Long Years apart -- can make no
Breach a second cannot fill --
The absence of the Witch does not
Invalidate the spell --
 
The embers of a Thousand Years
Uncovered by the Hand
That fondled them when they were Fire
Will stir and understand -- ..."
 
Emily Dickinson

"... To flee from memory
Had we the Wings
Many would fly
Inured to slower things
Birds with surprise
Would scan the cowering Van
Of men escaping
From the mind of man ..."
 
Emily Dickinson

"... 'Twas here my summer paused
What ripeness after then
To other scene or other soul
My sentence had begun.
 
To winter to remove
With winter to abide
Go manacle your icicle
Against your Tropic Bride ..."
 
Emily Dickinson

"... It's all I have to bring today --
This, and my heart beside --
This, and my heart, and all the fields --
And all the meadows wide --
Be sure you count -- should I forget
Some one the sum could tell --
This, and my heart, and all the Bees
Which in the Clover dwell ..."
 
Emily Dickinson

"... The Snow that never drifts --
The transient, fragrant snow
That comes a single time a Year
Is softly driving now --
 
So thorough in the Tree
At night beneath the star
That it was February's Foot
Experience would swear -- ..."
 
Emily Dickinson
#4 in my february red series ... :)

"... He bears a sword of flame but not to harm
The wakened life that feels his quickening sway
And barnyard voices shrilling "It is day!"
Take by his grace a new and alien charm ..."
 
Joyce Kilmer
#3 in my february red series ...

"... That Love is all there is,
Is all we know of Love;
It is enough, the freight should be
Proportioned to the groove ..."
 
Emily Dickinson
#2 in my february red series ...

"... White as an Indian Pipe
Red as a Cardinal Flower
Fabulous as a Moon at Noon
February Hour -- ..."
 
Emily Dickinson
#1 in my february red series ...

"... Because the road was steep and long
And through a dark and lonely land,
God set upon my lips a song
And put a lantern in my hand.
Through miles on weary miles of night
That stretch relentless in my way
My lantern burns serene and white,
An unexhausted cup of day.
O golden lights and lights like wine,
How dim your boasted splendors are.
Behold this little lamp of mine;
It is more starlike than a star! ..."
 
Joyce Kilmer

"... Our snow-storms as a rule
Aren't looked on as man-killers, and although
I'd rather be the beast that sleeps the sleep
Under it all, his door sealed up and lost,
Than the man fighting it to keep above it,
Yet think of the small birds at roost and not
In nests. Shall I be counted less than they are?
Their bulk in water would be frozen rock
In no time out to-night. And yet to-morrow
They will come budding boughs from tree to tree
Flirting their wings and saying Chickadee,
As if not knowing what you meant by the word storm. ..."
 
Robert Frost

"... You said that I "was Great" -- one Day --
Then "Great" it be -- if that please Thee --
Or Small -- or any size at all --
Nay -- I'm the size suit Thee --
 
Tall -- like the Stag -- would that?
Or lower -- like the Wren --
Or other heights of Other Ones
I've seen?
 
Tell which -- it's dull to guess --
And I must be Rhinoceros
Or Mouse --
At once -- for Thee --
 
So say -- if Queen it be --
Or Page -- please Thee --
I'm that -- or nought --
Or other thing -- if other thing there be --
With just this Stipulus --
I suit Thee -- ..."
 
Emily Dickinson
 
may your new year be "great",
my dear friends,
and, in the spirit of emily dickinson's poem,
may the size of that "great" be the size that "suits thee"! xo

 
"... NOT knowing when the dawn will come
I open every door;
Or has it feathers like a bird,
Or billows like a shore? ..."
 
Emily Dickinson

"... THIS is the land the sunset washes,
These are the banks of the Yellow Sea;
Where it rose, or whither it rushes,
These are the western mystery!
 
Night after night her purple traffic
Strews the landing with opal bales;
Merchantmen poise upon horizons,
Dip, and vanish with fairy sails ..."
 
Emily Dickinson

"... BEFORE the ice is in the pools,
Before the skaters go,
Or any cheek at nightfall
Is tarnished by the snow,
 
Before the fields have finished,
Before the Christmas tree,
Wonder upon wonder
Will arrive to me!
 
What we touch the hems of
On a summer's day;
What is only walking
Just a bridge away;
 
That which sings so, speaks so,
When there's no one here,
Will the frock I wept in
Answer me to wear? ..."
 
Emily Dickinson