judith meskill - soc.media.rocks

"... Image of Light, Adieu --
Thanks for the interview --
So long -- so short --
Preceptor of the whole --
Coeval Cardinal --
Impart -- Depart -- ..."
 
Emily Dickinson
 
(ps: please go take a peek at the cardinal my sweet sister lucy posted for our mom's b'day memory today too ... xo)

"... TO my quick ear the leaves conferred;
The bushes they were bells;
I could not find a privacy
From Nature's sentinels.
 
In cave if I presumed to hide,
The walls began to tell;
Creation seemed a mighty crack
To make me visible ..."
 
Emily Dickinson
 
it is with deep sadness that all of those who knew him mark the passing of a great man today - Marc Orchant .

"... LOVERS, forget your love,
And list to the love of these,
She a window flower,
And he a winter breeze.
 
When the frosty window veil
Was melted down at noon,
And the caged yellow bird
Hung over her in tune,
 
He marked her through the pane,
He could not help but mark,
And only passed her by,
To come again at dark.
 
He was a winter wind,
Concerned with ice and snow,
Dead weeds and unmated birds,
And little of love could know.
 
But he sighed upon the sill,
He gave the sash a shake,
As witness all within
Who lay that night awake.
 
Perchance he half prevailed
To win her for the flight
From the firelit looking-glass
And warm stove-window light.
 
But the flower leaned aside
And thought of naught to say,
And morning found the breeze
A hundred miles away ..."
 
Robert Frost

"... Who's to say
What's impossible
Well they forgot
This world keeps spinning
And with each new day
I can feel a change in everything
And as the surface breaks reflections fade
But in some ways they remain the same
And as my mind begins to spread its wings
There's no stoppin' curiosity
 
I wanna turn the whole thing upside down
I'll find the things they say just can't be found
I'll share this love I find with everyone
We'll sing and dance to Mother Nature's song
I don't want this feeling to go away ..."
 
Jack Johnson - Upside Down

"... HEAVEN is what I cannot reach!
The apple on the tree,
Provided it do hopeless hang,
That heaven is, to me.
 
The color on the cruising cloud,
The interdicted ground
Behind the hill, the house behind,
There Paradise is found! ..."
 
Emily Dickinson

"... Escape is such a thankful Word
I often in the Night
Consider it unto myself
No spectacle in sight
 
Escape -- it is the Basket
In which the Heart is caught
When down some awful Battlement
The rest of Life is dropt --
 
'Tis not to sight the savior --
It is to be the saved --
And that is why I lay my Head
Upon this trusty word -- ..."
 
Emily Dickinson

"... I robbed the Woods --
The trusting Woods.
The unsuspecting Trees
Brought out their Burs and mosses
My fantasy to please.
I scanned their trinkets curious -- I grasped -- I bore away --
What will the solemn Hemlock --
What will the Oak tree say? ..."
 
Emily Dickinson

"... In Walden wood the chickadee
Runs round the pine and maple tree
Intent on insect slaughter:
O tufted entomologist!
Devour as many as you list,
Then drink in Walden water ..."
 
Ralph Waldo Emerson, Transition

"... 'Tis customary as we part
A trinket -- to confer --
It helps to stimulate the faith
When Lovers be afar --
 
'Tis various -- as the various taste --
Clematis -- journeying far --
Presents me with a single Curl
Of her Electric Hair -- ..."
 
Emily Dickinson
 
(my current fascination is with: emily dickinson; dictionary of image; complete herbal; and noise, textures and layers ... xo)

"... I SEE thee better in the dark,
I do not need a light.
The love of thee a prism be
Excelling violet ..."
 
Emily Dickinson

"... After all Birds have been investigated and laid aside,
Nature imparts the little Blue-Bird -- assured
Her conscientious Voice will soar unmoved
Above ostensible Vicissitude.
 
First at the March -- competing with the Wind --
Her panting note exalts us -- like a friend --
Last to adhere when Summer cleaves away --
Elegy of Integrity ..."
 
Emily Dickinson

"... Besides the Autumn poets sing
A few prosaic days
A little this side of the snow
And that side of the Haze --
 
A few incisive Mornings --
A few Ascetic Eves --
Gone -- Mr. Bryant's "Golden Rod" --
And Mr. Thomson's "sheaves."
 
Still, is the bustle in the Brook --
Sealed are the spicy valves --
Mesmeric fingers softly touch
The Eyes of many Elves --
 
Perhaps a squirrel may remain --
My sentiments to share --
Grant me, Oh Lord, a sunny mind --
Thy windy will to bear! ..."
 
Emily Dickinson

"... The name -- of it -- is "Autumn" --
The hue -- of it -- is Blood --
An Artery -- upon the Hill --
A Vein -- along the Road --
 
Great Globules -- in the Alleys --
And Oh, the Shower of Stain --
When Winds -- upset the Basin --
And spill the Scarlet Rain --
 
It sprinkles Bonnets -- far below --
It gathers ruddy Pools --
Then -- eddies like a Rose -- away --
Upon Vermilion Wheels -- ..."
 
Emily Dickinson

"... The Poets light but lamps-
Themselves-go out-
The Wicks they stimulate-
If vital Light
 
Inhere as do the Sun-
Each Age a lens
Disseminating their
Circumference- ..."
 
Emily Dickinson

"... Had it a reason for delay,
Dreaming in witlessness
That for a bloom so delicately gay
Winter would stay its stress? ..."
 
Thomas Hardy