‘Twould ease — a Butterfly — by Emily Dickinson ‘Twould ease — a Butterfly — Elate — a Bee — Thou’rt neither — Neither — thy capacity — But, Blossom, were I, I would rather be Thy moment Than a Bee’s Eternity — Content of fading Is enough […]
“The Oriole’s Secret” To hear an oriole sing May be a common thing, Or only a divine. It is not of the bird Who sings the same, unheard, As unto crowd. The fashion of the ear Attireth that it hear In dun or fair. So whether it be […]
“To Hear an Oriole Sing” by Emily Dickinson To hear an Oriole sing May be a common thing — Or only a divine. It is not of the Bird Who sings the same, unheard, As unto Crowd — The Fashion of the Ear Attireth that it hear In […]
The morns are meeker than they were, The nuts are getting brown; The berry’s cheek is plumper, The rose is out of town. The maple wears a gayer scarf, The field a scarlet gown. Lest I should be old-fashioned, I’ll put a trinket on. Emily Dickinson
Emily Carter ~ Nature as Art 