Poetry Spotlight – ‘Hope’ is the thing with feathers – A poem by Emily Dickinson

Dear March—Come in—
How glad I am—
I hoped for you before—
Put down your Hat—
You must have walked—
How out of Breath you are—
Dear March, how are you, and the Rest—
Did you leave Nature well—
Oh March, Come right upstairs with me—
I have so much to tell—

I got your Letter, and the Birds—
The Maples never knew that you were coming—
I declare – how Red their Faces grew—
But March, forgive me—
And all those Hills you left for me to Hue—
There was no Purple suitable—
You took it all with you—

Who knocks? That April—
Lock the Door—
I will not be pursued—
He stayed away a Year to call
When I am occupied—
But trifles look so trivial
As soon as you have come

That blame is just as dear as Praise
And Praise as mere as Blame—

Poem Attribution © Emily Dickinson, Dear March – Come In

Source Attribution https://poets.org/poem/dear-march-come-1320

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Painting Attribution © Willard Metcalf, Brook in March, 1923

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Poetry Is Box – Poetry Quotation of the Day by Emily Dickinson

Posted on January 29, 2022 by Goff James

The image shows a spray of red berries on a black background on which a poetry quotation by Emily Dickinson is written. It speaks of the fact that if one feels physically as if the top of ones head were taken off, one knows that is poetry.

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Spotlight Poetry – A Word is Dead – A poem by Emily Dickinson

Posted on November 27, 2021 by Goff James

The image depicts a painting titled The Lost Poem by the artist Deb Chaney. The work is a multi media abstract painting. The painting includes part of a page, on which part of a poem can be viewed, from a poetry book The image supports the poem A Word is Dead written by the poet Emily Dickinson. — © Deb Chaney, The Lost Poem, 2019

A Word is Dead by Emily Dickinson

A word is dead
When it is said,
Some say.
I say it just
Begins to live
That day.

Poem Attribution © Emily Dickinson, A Word is Dead

Source Attribution https://monadnock.net/dickinson/word.html

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Painting Attribution © Deb Chaney, The Lost Poem, 2019

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Spotlight Poetry – The Moon was but a Chin of Gold – A poem by Emily Dickinson

Posted on November 23, 2021 by Goff James

The image depicts a painting titled Melting Moon by the artist Diane Beaulieu. The work is a landscape watercolour painting of the moon sinking behind the distant horizon in hues of watery blues, greens, yellows and whites. In the foreground a tree stands arching over a moonlit lake. The image supports the poem The Moon was but a Chin of Gold written by the poet Emily Dickinson. — © Diane Beaulieu, Melting Moon, 2020

The Moon was but a Chin of Gold by Emily Dickinson

The Moon was but a Chin of Gold
A Night or two ago –
And now she turns Her perfect Face
Upon the World below –

Her Forehead is of Amplest Blonde –
Her Cheek – a Beryl hewn –
Her Eye unto the Summer Dew
The likest I have known –

Her Lips of Amber never part –
But what must be the smile
Upon Her Friend she could confer
Were such Her Silver Will –

And what a privilege to be
But the remotest Star –
For Certainty She take Her Way
Beside Your Palace Door –

Her Bonnet is the Firmament –
The Universe – Her Shoe –
The Stars – the Trinkets at Her Belt –
Her Dimities – of Blue.

Poem Attribution © Emily Dickinson, The Moon was but a Chin of Gold

Source Attribution https://www.panmacmillan.com/blogs/literary/friday-poem-the-moon-was-but-a-chin-of-gold

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Painting Attribution © Diane Beaulieu, Melting Moon, 2020

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Spotlight Poetry – Better — than Music! For I — who heard it – A poem by Emily Dickinson

Posted on October 25, 2021 by Goff James

The image depicts a painting titled Sounds of Divinity by the artist Anukta M Ghosh. The work is an expressionist piece featuring a multitude of bells. The image supports the poem Better — than Music! For I — who heard it written by the poet Emily Dickinson. — © Anukta M Ghosh, Sounds Of Divinity Iii, (Date Unstated)

Better — than Music! For I — who heard it, by Emily Dickinson

Better — than Music! For I — who heard it —
I was used — to the Birds — before —
This — was different — ‘Twas Translation —
Of all tunes I knew — and more —

‘Twasn’t contained — like other stanza —
No one could play it — the second time —
But the Composer — perfect Mozart —
Perish with him — that Keyless Rhyme!

So — Children — told how Brooks in Eden —
Bubbled a better — Melody —
Quaintly infer — Eve’s great surrender —
Urging the feet — that would — not — fly —

Children — matured — are wiser — mostly —
Eden — a legend — dimly told —
Eve — and the Anguish — Grandame’s story —
But — I was telling a tune — I heard —

Not such a strain — the Church — baptizes —
When the last Saint — goes up the Aisles —
Not such a stanza splits the silence —
When the Redemption strikes her Bells —

Let me not spill — its smallest cadence —
Humming — for promise — when alone —
Humming — until my faint Rehearsal —
Drop into tune — around the Throne —

Poem Attribution © Emily Dickinson, Better — than Music! For I — who heard it

Source Attribution https://allpoetry.com/Better–than-Music!-For-I—who-heard-it

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Painting Attribution © Anukta M Ghosh, Sounds Of Divinity Iii, (Date Unstated)

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Spotlight Poetry – Musicians Wrestle Everywhere – A poem by Emily Dickinson

Posted on October 11, 2021 by Goff James

The image depicts a painting titled Music by the artist Vicky Barranguet,. The work is a vibrant abstract expressionist work painted live at a performance with a live jazz trio in New York City. The image supports the poem Musicians Wrestle Everywhere written by the poet Emily Dickinson. — © Vicky Barranguet, Music, 2007

Musicians Wrestle Everywhere by Emily Dickinson

Musicians wrestle everywhere –
All day – among the crowded air
I hear the silver strife –
And – walking – long before the morn –
Such transport breaks upon the town
I think it that New Life!

If is not Bird – it has no nest –
Nor Band – in brass and scarlet – drest –
Nor Tamborin – nor Man –
It is not Hymn from pulpit read –
The Morning Stars the Treble led
On Time’s first Afternoon!

Some – say – it is the Spheres – at play!
Some say that bright Majority
Of vanished Dames – and Men!
Some – think it service in the place
Where we – with late – celestial face
Please God – shall Ascertain!

Poem Attribution © Emily Dickinson, Musicians Wrestle Everywhere

Source Attribution https://www.poetryverse.com/emily-dickinson-poems/musicians-wrestle-everywhere

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Painting Attribution © Vicky Barranguet, Music, 2007

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Spotlight Poetry – A Bird, came down the Walk – A poem by Emily Dickinson

Posted on July 3, 2021 by Goff James

A Bird, came down the Walk by Emily Dickinson

A Bird, came down the Walk –
He did not know I saw –
He bit an Angle Worm in halves
And ate the fellow, raw,

And then, he drank a Dew
From a convenient Grass –
And then hopped sidewise to the Wall
To let a Beetle pass –

He glanced with rapid eyes,
That hurried all abroad –
They looked like frightened Beads, I thought,
He stirred his Velvet Head. –

Like one in danger, Cautious,
I offered him a Crumb,
And he unrolled his feathers,
And rowed him softer Home –

Than Oars divide the Ocean,
Too silver for a seam,
Or Butterflies, off Banks of Noon,
Leap, plashless as they swim.