judith meskill - soc.media.rocks

"... When we come to it
We must confess that we are the possible
We are the miraculous, the true wonders of this world
That is when, and only when
We come to it ..."
 
Maya Angelou

"... Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice ..."
 
Robert Frost

"... here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart) ..."
 
e.e.cummings

"... An everywhere of silver,
With ropes of sand
To keep it from effacing
The track called land ..."
 
Emily Dickinson

"... I KNOW a place where summer strives
With such a practised frost,
She each year leads her daisies back,
Recording briefly, "Lost."
 
But when the south wind stirs the pools
And struggles in the lanes,
Her heart misgives her for her vow,
And she pours soft refrains
 
Into the lap of adamant,
And spices, and the dew,
That stiffens quietly to quartz,
Upon her amber shoe ..."
 
Emily Dickinson

"... Live thy Life,
Young and old,
Like yon oak,
Bright in spring,
Living gold;
 
Summer-rich
Then; and then
Autumn-changed
Soberer-hued
Gold again.
 
All his leaves
Fall'n at length,
Look, he stands,
Trunk and bough
Naked strength ..."
 
Alfred, Lord Tennyson

"... Why are not diamonds black and gray,
To ape thy dare-devil array?
And I affirm, the spacious North
Exists to draw thy virtue forth.
I think no virtue goes with size;
The reason of all cowardice
Is, that men are overgrown,
And, to be valiant, must come down
To the titmouse dimension ..."
 
Ralph Waldo Emerson: The Titmouse

"... To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee,
One clover, and a bee,
And revery.
The revery alone will do
If bees are few ..."
 
Emily Dickinson

"... Sweetest of the flowers a-blooming
In the fragrant vernal days
Is the Lily of the Valley
With its soft, retiring ways ..."
 
Paul Laurence Dunbar: The Lily of the Valley

"... The splendor of a Burmah
The Meteor of Birds,
Departing like a Pageant
Of Ballads and of Bards --
 
I never thought that Jason sought
For any Golden Fleece
But then I am a rural man
With thoughts that make for Peace --
 
But if there were a Jason,
Tradition bear with me
Behold his lost Aggrandizement
Upon the Apple Tree -- ..."
 
Emily Dickinson

"... Will there really be a "Morning"?
Is there such a thing as "Day"?
Could I see it from the mountains
If I were as tall as they?
 
Has it feet like Water lilies?
Has it feathers like a Bird?
Is it brought from famous countries
Of which I have never heard?
 
Oh some Scholar! Oh some Sailor!
Oh some Wise Men from the skies!
Please to tell a little Pilgrim
Where the place called "Morning" lies! ..."
 
Emily Dickinson

"... Eden is that old-fashioned House
We dwell in every day
Without suspecting our abode
Until we drive away.
 
How fair on looking back, the Day
We sauntered from the Door -
Unconscious our returning,
But discover it no more ..."
 
Emily Dickinson

"... Some such Butterfly be seen
On Brazilian Pampas --
Just at noon -- no later -- Sweet --
Then -- the License closes --
 
Some such Spice -- express and pass --
Subject to Your Plucking --
As the Stars -- You knew last Night --
Foreigners -- This Morning -- ..."
 
Emily Dickinson

"... I have praised everything that exists,
but to me, onion, you are
more beautiful than a bird
of dazzling feathers,
heavenly globe, platinum goblet,
unmoving dance
of the snowy anemone
 
and the fragrance of the earth lives
in your crystalline nature ..."
 
Pablo Neruda

i watched these two work side by side awhile,
like two old friends, indeed they made me smile,
so mesmerizing, with their graceful style,
magical moment for my flickr file ...

judith meskill