Friday, April 27, 2007

572

The first words I set my eyes upon this morning were those in Emily Dickinson's Poem 572.

Delight - becomes pictorial -
When viewed through Pain -
More fair - because impossible
Than any gain -

The Mountain - at a given distance -
In Amber - lies -
Approached - the Amber flits - a little -
And That's - the Skies -

I don't know what this day has in store for me, what I discover or what I'll see, but reading this little poem is a very nice way to begin.

2 comments:

ghost said...

ive always thought emily was the most beautiful name.

Anonymous said...

I agree, Alison.