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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
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
3 comments:
So very dear, and yet grand in the scheme of heart and of lovely things. I love this one.
Thank you (again) for your kind comments... your compassion is comforting...
Circe
I am so glad to have found you here today... I will look forward to reading backwards and following your blog forwards!
Love you dearly for all time!
Emily Dickinson is so much better than chocolate or flowers on Valentine's Day! Thanks. Recently I had my class of soon to be teachers all find an E.D. poem and memorize it. It was a feast for us all to hear. I recently visited her house, it was like visiting a shrine. Holy.
Here is one to share for the day:
The Martyr Poets did not tell,
but wrought their pang in syllable -
that when their mortal name be numb-
their mortal fate encourage some.
The Martyr Painters never spoke -
bequeathing - rather- to their work-
that when their conscious fingers cease-
some seek in Art - the Art of Peace.
All the best, Chris G.
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