My North - A light exist in Spring

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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 Fields

That Science cannot overtake

But Human Nature feels.

It waits upon the Lawn,

It shows the furthest Tree

Upon the furthest Slope you know

It almost speaks to you.

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.

Emily Dickinson 

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Rosen und Dichter - Emily Dickinson

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Nobody Knows This Little Rose

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 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

Floral Friday - Image-in-Ing 

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simplicity

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"Nature" is what we see —

The Hill — the Afternoon —

Squirrel — Eclipse — the Bumble bee—

Nay — Nature is Heaven—

Nature is what we hear—

The Bobolink — the Sea—

Thunder—the Cricket—

Nay — Nature is Harmony—

Nature is what we know—

Yet have no art to say —

So important our Wisdom is

To her Simplicity.

Emily Dickinson 

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sweet ground

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'Tis sweet to know that stocks will stand when we with daisies lie,
that commerce will continue, and trades as briskly fly.

Emily Dickinson, December 10, 1830 - May 15, 1886

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