from the REAL Emily Dickinson

Posted by Sadie from ? (160.129.27.22) on Friday, May 30, 2003 at 2:13PM :

NATURE, the gentlest mother,
Impatient of no child,
The feeblest or the waywardest,—
Her admonition mild

In forest and the hill
By traveller is heard,
Restraining rampant squirrel
Or too impetuous bird.

How fair her conversation,
A summer afternoon,—
Her household, her assembly;
And when the sun goes down

Her voice among the aisles
Incites the timid prayer
Of the minutest cricket,
The most unworthy flower.

When all the children sleep
She turns as long away
As will suffice to light her lamps;
Then, bending from the sky,

With infinite affection
And infiniter care,
Her golden finger on her lip,
Wills silence everywhere.

- Emily Dickinson


-- Sadie
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Follow Ups:

• tanx - farid 6:34PM 05/30/2003 () (3)
  • in your case: .. to HALLUCINATE the world - Andreas 11:38AM 05/31/2003 () (2)
    • STOP!!!...fucking yourself - Farid Parhad 12:44PM 05/31/2003 () (1)
      • Thanks for confirming my sharp diagnosis - Andreas 1:51PM 05/31/2003 () (0)
• "Some keep the Sabbath going to church" - Sadie 3:38PM 05/30/2003 () (2)
  • oops, that was by Dickinson, too. (no mssg) - Sadie 3:38PM 05/30/2003 () (1)
    • this one isn't - Sadie 11:52PM 05/30/2003 () (0)

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