Summer in a BucketSaturday Morning
Farmers Market
Yppen Square
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A something in a summer’s Day
As slow her flambeaux burn away
Which solemnizes me.
A something in a summer’s noon —
A depth — an Azure — a perfume —
Transcending ecstasy.
And still within a summer’s night
A something so transporting bright
I clap my hands to see —
Then veil my too inspecting face
Lets such a subtle — shimmering grace
Flutter too far for me —
The wizard fingers never rest —
The purple brook within the breast
Still chafes it narrow bed —
Still rears the East her amber Flag —
Guides still the sun along the Crag
His Caravan of Red —
So looking on — the night — the morn
Conclude the wonder gay —
And I meet, coming thro’ the dews
Another summer’s Day!
Emily Dickinson
Images© 2010 by Merisi
how gorgeous! What great colors!!
ReplyDeleteThanx for a great way to start the morning!
NYC, Style and Cannoli,
ReplyDeleteyou are welcome! :-)
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I followed a link on my sitemeter
and this is where I landed:.
(No, I didn't know that I was that fast at the 1996 Summer Olymics! *giggles* But I am not Joseph either!)
Does anybody know what DuckDuckGo is about?
Beautiful!
ReplyDelete"Duck, duck, goose," I remember--that game we played as little kids. Duck, duck, go, I don't remember, but it must be the same. Did you play that as a child, Merisi?
Sue,
ReplyDeleteyes, I did! And I loved the chase. ;)
So beautiful! The colours are sublime. I love how the blue accent of the bucket and the tiny, fine white accents of the Baby's Breath set off the warm hues of the roses. Aaaah. Let me breathe it all in.
ReplyDeleteI am actually tearing up, Merisi. The blue of the pot, those blowsy sweetscented flowers and the words of my favourite poet. Je 'taime et merci.
ReplyDeleteYet another ED poem I'd forgotten. And such a beautiful picture.
ReplyDeleteOn NPR (National Public Radio) the other day there was a discussion of whether ED might have had epilepsy -- which could account for her secluded life and possibly for the sometimes fragmented and highly idiosyncratic nature of her poetry.
http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=127906938
'summer in a bucket..'
ReplyDeleteOF ICE CREAM!!!
I WANT ICE CREAM!!
lovely roses by the way...
Beautiful, combined with the images, exquisite.
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful blog you have. I'm really thrilled to have discover you. Haven't been to Vienna yet, but this will be a great way to start discovering it's treasures. Thanks!
ReplyDeleteAh a perfect poem for a hot day. I hit 97 here.
ReplyDeleteEmily rocks, and she is beautiful alongside these gorgeous photos.
ReplyDeleteooh, an Emily I didn't know. Thank you! Beautiful photo. Those colors!
ReplyDeleteThese really are fantastic images. The colors are riveting. I hope you are having a wonderful day. Blessings...Mary
ReplyDeleteOh, those roses with the baby's breath are just lovely. I wish I had that bouquet in my home right now.
ReplyDeleteI love E.D and I love your photos!
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful combination! Thank you for the pleasure you give in your posts.
Thank you all so very much for your kind comments!
ReplyDeleteI thought I share another Dickinson poem with you, instead of searching for thank you words that will never be adequate:
YOUR riches taught me poverty.
Myself a millionnaire
In little wealths,—as girls could boast,—
Till broad as Buenos Ayre,
You drifted your dominions
A different Peru;
And I esteemed all poverty,
For life’s estate with you.
Of mines I little know, myself,
But just the names of gems,—
The colors of the commonest;
And scarce of diadems
So much that, did I meet the queen,
Her glory I should know:
But this must be a different wealth,
To miss it beggars so.
I ’m sure ’t is India all day
To those who look on you
Without a stint, without a blame,—
Might I but be the Jew!
I ’m sure it is Golconda,
Beyond my power to deem,—
To have a smile for mine each day,
How better than a gem!
At least, it solaces to know
That there exists a gold,
Although I prove it just in time
Its distance to behold!
It’s far, far treasure to surmise,
And estimate the pearl
That slipped my simple fingers through
While just a girl at school!
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A wonderful day to all of you,
thank you,
Merisi