[bookshare-discuss] Re: Dickinson (was) Re: The Postcard - by Beverly Lewis
- From: "Estelnalissi" <airadil@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
- To: <bookshare-discuss@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
- Date: Mon, 19 Jun 2006 18:16:38 -0400
Dear Bookshare Chorale
Evan has changed Emily Dickenson for me forever!
Here for your singing pleasure are 3 of Emily's yellow roses.
Places.
One and Two and Three and Four and
I Never Saw A Moor
I never saw a moor,
I never saw the sea;
Yet know I how the heather looks,
And what a wave must be.
I never spoke with god,
Nor visited in heaven;
Yet certain am I of the spot
As if the chart were given.
- - -
I Died For Beauty
I died for beauty, but was scarce
Adjusted in the tomb,
When one who died for truth was lain
In an adjoining room.
He questioned softly why I failed?
"For beauty," I replied.
"And I for truth,--the two are one;
We brethren are," he said
And so, as kinsmen met a night,
We talked between the rooms,
Until the moss had reached our lips,
And covered up our names.
- - -
A Narrow Fellow In The Grass
(The Snake)
A narrow fellow in the grass
Occasionally rides;
You may have met him--did you not?
His notice sudden is.
The grass divides as with a comb,
A spotted shaft is seen;
And then it closes at your feet
And opens further on.
He likes a boggy acre,
A floor too cool for corn.
Yet when a child, and barefoot,
I more than once, at morn,
Have passed I thought, a whiplash
Unbraiding in the sun,--
When, stooping to secure it,
It wrinkled, and was gone.
Several of nature's people
I know, and they know me;
I feel for them a transport
Of cordiality;
But never met this fellow,
Attended or alone,
Without a tighter breathing,
And zero at the bone.
Encore! Encore!
Always with love,
Lissi
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