“Always be a poet, even in prose.” ~ Charles Baudelaire (1821-1867), French poet
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
A Light exists in Spring
(Morning Sun by Harold Knight, 1874-1961,
English painter)
Emily Dickinson spent much of her time up in her room in the house in Amherst, Massachusetts, looking at life from her window. There was much to see.
A Light exists in Spring
Not present on the Year
At any other Period —
When March is scarcely here.
A Color stands abroad
On Solitary Fields
That Science cannot overtake
But Human Nature feels.
It waits upon the Lawn,
It shows the furthest Tree
Upon the furthest Slope you know
It almost speaks to you.
Then as Horizons step
On Noons report away
Without the Formula of sound
It passes and we stay —
A quality of loss
Affecting our Content
As Trade had suddenly encroached
Upon a Sacrament.
~ Emily Dickinson (1830-1886), American poet
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