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By my window

March 17, 2014


By my Window have I for Scenery
Just a Sea—with a Stem—
If the Bird and the Farmer—deem it a “Pine”—
The Opinion will serve—for them—

It has no Port, nor a “Line”—but the Jays—
That split their route to the Sky—
Or a Squirrel, whose giddy Peninsula
May be easier reached—this way—

For Inlands—the Earth is the under side—
And the upper side—is the Sun—
And its Commerce—if Commerce it have—
Of Spice—I infer from the Odors borne—


Of its Voice—to affirm—when the Wind is within—
Can the Dumb—define the Divine?
The Definition of Melody—is—
That Definition is none—

It—suggests to our Faith—
They—suggest to our Sight—
When the latter—is put away
I shall meet with Conviction I somewhere met
That Immortality—

Was the Pine at my Window a “Fellow
Of the Royal” Infinity?
Apprehensions—are God’s introductions—
To be hallowed—accordingly—

(Emily Dickinson)

5 Comments leave one →
  1. March 18, 2014 2:53 am

    Beautiful! Love how the pictures capture the mood of the poem. Where were the photos taken?

    • March 18, 2014 5:41 pm

      in the same restaurant where the women’s day celebration was! 😀

      • March 18, 2014 6:29 pm

        Ha, that is cool! I wouldn’t have guessed. I like your poem & photo pairings. I remember you did one from Emily Dickinson awhile back too!

  2. March 18, 2014 4:43 pm

    What a beautiful poem!

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