Tuesday, October 25, 2011

I'll tell you how the sun rose

I’ll tell you how the Sun rose –
A ribbon at a time –
The steeples swam in Amethyst
The news, like Squirrels, ran –
The Hills untied their Bonnets –
The Bobolinks – begun –
Then I said softly to myself –
“That must have been the Sun”!
But how he set – I know not –
There seemed a purple stile
That little Yellow boys and girls
Were climbing all the while –
Till when they reached the other side –
A Dominie in Gray –
Put gently up the evening Bars –
And led the flock away –
Emily Dickinson, Fr 204





The colors weren't the same this morning.  The sky was clear, the blue less mixed, the pinks and golds a little more hidden.  I'd lament not taking my camera out yesterday, but I realize that even if I'd come back in, grabbed my camera, and gone out to try to capture the beauty of the sunrise with a few more megapixels, I may not have caught it.  That's the thing about nature--it's transient, always shifting and changing and moving into whatever's next.  

So I'm happy with what I caught today: a hint of color at the horizon, and the roses before the dew had time to dry.

More details about this poem and about Dickinson's work in general can be found here

5 comments:

Jessi Haish said...

beautiful post!

Roselie said...

I love how you captured the morning magic..! The poem is just as lovely...

Mo Pie, Please said...

I woke up right at sunrise this morning and had a very lovely view out of our bedroom window. As much as I hate getting up when it's still dark out, I love being able to see such beauty when I open my eyes!

I was coming to tell you about the Louisville meet up, but i see that you already know! Hope to get to meet you :)

Sam said...

what a line for anyone that feels like they are taking on a momentous task (... especially a momentous morning task)

I'll tell you how the sunrose, a ribbon at a time.

Dancing Branflake said...

Beautiful photos. I love Emily Dickinson.