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:
ive always thought emily was the most beautiful name.
I agree, Alison.
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