29 Sunday May 2022
Posted in Death, Emily Dickinson, Photography, Poetry
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There’s something quieter than sleep
Within this inner room!
It wears a sprig upon its breast–
And will not tell its name.
Some touch it, and some kiss it–
Some chafe its idle hand–
It has a simple gravity
I do not understand!
I would not weep, if I were they–
How rude in one to sob!
Might scare the quiet fairy
Back to her native wood!
While simple-hearted neighbors
Chat of the “Early dead”–
We–prone to periphrasis,
Remark that Birds have fled!
~~Emily Dickinson, c. early 1859
22 Sunday May 2022
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My Wheel is in the dark!
I cannot see a spoke
Yet know its dripping feet
Go round and round.
My foot is on the Tide!
An unfrequented road–
Yet have all the roads
A clearing at the end–
Some have resigned the Loom–
Some in the busy tomb
Find quaint employ–
Some with new–stately feet–
Pass royal thro’ the gate–
Flinging the problem back
At you and I!
~~Emily Dickinson, c. spring 1859
15 Sunday May 2022
Posted in Emily Dickinson, Flowers, Macro photography, Photography, Poetry
If she had been the Mistletoe
And I had been the Rose–
How gay upon your table
My velvet life to close!
Since I am of the Druid–
And she is of the dew–
I’ll deck Tradition’s buttonhole–
And send the Rose to you.
~~Emily Dickinson, c. late 1859
Emily Dickinson sent this poem, along with a rose, to Sue Dickinson.
08 Sunday May 2022
Posted in Bonaventure, Cemetery, Emily Dickinson, Jesus, Photography, Poetry
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Bonaventure, Cemetery, Emily Dickinson, Jesus, photography, Poetry
Bonaventure Cemetery, Savannah, Georgia
Could live–did live–
Could die–did die–
Could smile upon the whole
Through faith in one he met not–
To introduce his soul–
Could go from scene familiar
To an untraversed spot–
Could contemplate the journey
With unpuzzled heart–
Such trust had one among us–
Among us not today–
We who saw the launching
Never sailed the Bay!
~~Emily Dickinson, c. early 1859
01 Sunday May 2022
Posted in Bonaventure, Cemetery, Emily Dickinson, Photography, Poetry, Savannah
Bonaventure Cemetery, Savannah, Georgia
A Day! Help! Help!
Another Day!
Your prayers–Oh Passerby!
From such a common ball as this
Might date a Victory!
From marshallings as simple
The flags of nations swang.
Steady–my soul! What issues
Upon this arrow hang!
~~Emily Dickinson, c. early 1859
The Wilderness Road 
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