Fascicle Two, Sheet 1c

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Chihuly, Emily Dickinson, photography, Poetry

Chihuly sculpture at the Desert Botanical Garden in Phoenix, Arizona.

The Guest is gold and crimson–
An Opal guest, and gray–
Of ermine is his doublet–
His Capuchin gay–

He reaches town at nightfall–
He stops at every door–
Who looks for him at morning–
I pray him too–explore
The Lark’s pure territory–
Or the Lapwing’s shore!
~~Emily Dickinson, c. late 1858

Shepherd.com

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Book Reviews, Books, Dracula, Shepherd.com, vampires

I was recently asked to submit five books and a short review of each that are related to the subject of my featured book, Redemption, to the relatively new website: Shepherd.com. Obviously, I was more than happy to do so.

As the current front page notes: Shepherd is like wandering around your favorite bookstore but reimagined for the online world. We make book browsing fun and all the recommendations are made by authors, experts, and creators.

Check out my page at: The Best Books that Feature Dracula as a Main Character

Or just visit Shepherd.com and explore.

Fascicle Two, Sheet 1b

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Emily Dickinson, photography, Poetry

Owl statue at Arizona-Sonora Desert Museum

Through lane it lay–thro’ bramble–
Through clearing and thro’ wood —
Banditti often passed us
Upon the lonely road.

The wolf came peering curious–
The Owl looked puzzled down–
The serpent’s satin figure
Glid stealthily along,

The tempests touched our garments–
The lightning’s poinards gleamed–
Fierce from the Crag above us
The hungry Vulture screamed–

The Satyrs fingers beckoned–
The Valley murmured “Come”–
These were the mates–
This was the road
These Children fluttered home.
~~Emily Dickinson, c. late 1858

Note: Dickinson may have been eluding to John Bunyan’s Pilgrim’s Progress.

Fascicle Two, Sheet 1a

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cactus, Emily Dickinson, photography, Poetry

 

There is a word
Which bears a sword
Can pierce an armed man–
It hurls its barbed syllables
And is mute again–
But where it fell
The saved will tell
On patriotic day,
Some epauletted Brother
Gave his breath away.

Wherever runs the breathless sun–
Wherever roams the day,
There is its noiseless onset–
There is its victory!
Behold the keenest marksman!
The most accomplished shot!
Time’s sublimest target
Is a soul “forgot”!
~~Emily Dickinson, c. late 1858

Fascicle One, Sheet 4g

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Emily Dickinson, photography, Poetry, Rose

 

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Nobody knows this little Rose–
It might a pilgrim be
Did I not take it from the ways
And lift it up to thee.
Only a Bee will miss it–
Only a Butterfly,
Hastening from a far journey–
On its breast to lie–
Only a Bird will wonder–
Only a Breeze will sigh–
Ah little Rose–how easy
For such as thee to die!
~~Emily Dickinson, c. summer 1858

Fascicle One, Sheet 4f

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Emily Dickinson, photography, Poetry, Rose

 

 

Garlands for Queens, may be–
Laurels–for rare degree
Of soul or sword–
Ah–but remembering me–
Ah–but remembering thee–
Nature in chivalry–
Nature in charity–
Nature in equity–
The Rose ordained!
~~Emily Dickinson, c. summer 1858