The first poem I ever memorized was by Emily Dickinson.
I'm Nobody! Who are you?
Are you - Nobody - too?
Then there's a pair of us!
Don't tell! They'd banish us -- you know!
How dreary - to be - Somebody!
How public - like a Frog --
To tell your name - the livelong June -
To an admiring Bog!
The second poem I memorized was by Langston Hughes. Then I went back to dear, Emily and learned:
I felt a cleaving in my mind -
As if my brain had split -
I tried to match it - Seam by Seam -
But could not make them fit.
The thought behind, I strove to join
Unto the thought before -
But Sequence raveled out a sound
Like balls -- upon a floor.
The fourth poem, I strove to memorize was also by my favorite recluse. I have to admit after the first verse, I never did get it down.
Hope is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune without words -
And never stops - at all -
And sweetest - in the gale - is heard -
And sore must be the storm -
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm -
I've heard it in the chillest land -
And on the strangest sea -
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb - of me.
Here is a card much in the same vain as my last post. Bird image by Inkadinkado. The word "hope" by Fairie Song. Embossing powder by Ranger.
And the inside of the card is Emily's poem, by Serendipity:
Here is the same card made as a gate fold. Instead of the Faerie Song stamp, I used a Hero Arts stamp for the inside. (Sorry, the poem looks crooked -- it must have to do with the angle I had to take the pic from, because it looks straight when you look straight down at it.)
