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“Forever – is composed of Nows,” by Emily Dickinson
Forever – is composed of Nows –
‘Tis not a different time –
Except for Infiniteness –
And Latitude of Home –
From this – experienced Here –
Remove the Dates – to These –
Let Months dissolve in further Months –
And Years – exhale in Years –
Without Debate – or Pause –
Or Celebrated Days –
No different Our Years would be
From Anno Dominies –
“A Light Exists in Spring,” by Emily Dickinson
I awoke this morning to cool mists and shocks of deep green ivy climbing the massive gray hulks of my neighborhood’s oaks. Given what is going on in the world, I wondered what fate might bring to the green, breezy valley of my adopted home. I thought about trying to write something, but I was too tired.
Fortunately, my friend Jen shared this piece on Facebook. It’s perfect.
“A Light Exists in Spring,” by Emily Dickinson
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 hills
That science cannot overtake,
But human nature feels.
It waits upon the lawn;
It shows the furthest tree
Upon the furthest slope we know;
It almost speaks to me.
Then, as horizons step,
Or 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.
Mary Vaux Walcott, 1874
“Tell all the Truth but tell it slant,” by Emily Dickinson
Tell all the Truth but tell it slant —
Success in Circuit lies
Too bright for our infirm Delight
The Truth’s superb surprise
As Lightning to the Children eased
With explanation kind
The Truth must dazzle gradually
Or every man be blind —
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Thanks to Blog Correspondent Pete Harrison for pointing this poem out to me.
Eric Robert Nolan, Author 