I have been away from poetry for far too long. Over the past 6 months, I've learned I need to hold on to those those things that have helped me center myself in the past and so I have started writing again. I have a couple of projects pending including a book of my poetry with photos I have taken to accompany each poem and a display photo of mine with an accompanying poem. I have found that some thoughts are better portrayed in Spanish than English and so am even working on some Spanish poems.
In addition to writing my own poetry, I am looking to published authors for inspiration and so plan to use this blog to post some of my favorite poems of others. Today I plan to start with a poem by Emily Dickinson which comes from Series I of this book.
III. Nature XI.
Summer Shower
A drop fell on the apple tree,
Another on the roof;
A half a dozen kissed the eaves,
And made the gables laugh.
A few went out to help the brook,
That went to help the sea.
Myself conjectured, Were they pearls,
What necklaces could be!
The dust replaced in hoisted roads,
The birds jocoser sung;
The sunshine threw his hat away,
The orchards spangles hung.
The breezes brought dejected lutes,
And bathed them in the glee;
The East put out a single flag.
And signed the fete away.
I really love the whimsical feeling to many of Emily Dickinson's poems and her use of both rhymes and off rhymes to keep you focused. Like most poems, it is important to read her poems several times to dig for the deeper meanings.
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