Emily...

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Today is Emily Dickinson's birthday. She is one of my favorite poets. I have shared her poems many times here.  I was reminded today (by Roger Ebert) of a poem by another one of my most favorite poets, Billy Collins.

Billy Collins wrote a mesmerizing poem titled

 "Taking Off Emily Dickinson's Clothes".

I hope you have a moment to listen to this breathtakingly beautiful poem...

My interpretation of this poem?  I see it as a deeply felt love poem from a man living now to a woman who lived in a different time.  I understand it.  I find it so moving.  I sometimes feel that I was born in the wrong era..Perhaps that's why I find this poem truly special.

Thank you so much for visiting, lovely friends.

I hope your weekend is filled with sweet and tender moments...xo

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For Those Left Behind...

raining sunshine by blissful images

"Hope" is the thing with feathers
by Emily Dickinson

"Hope" is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the 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.


~ To me, the hardest yet best way to honor loved ones lost is to go on living with hope in our hearts. For the survivors and the ones who lost loved ones on 9/11, I wanted to express that in the form of a poem and a photograph....

Yesterday....

I Held a Jewel by Emily Dickinson

I held a jewel in my fingers
And went to sleep
The day was warm, and winds were prosy
I said, "Twill keep"

I woke - and chide my honest fingers,
The Gem was gone
And now, an Amethyst remembrance
Is all I own