Sunday, December 5, 2010

Snow and Robin and Emily Dickinson

OK OK if there's snow there has to be a robin and here's our garden's robin. That was once a stand for beauty products, now a plant stand iced like a Christmas cake with some decorations on the top.

We need a poem by Emily Dickinson to keep our feet on the earth. She wrote a number of robin and bird poems. See this page.


Before you thought of Spring
Except as a Surmise
You see — God bless his suddenness –
A Fellow in the Skies
Of independent Hues
A little weather worn
Inspiriting habiliments
Of Indigo and Brown –
With specimens of Song
As if for you to choose –
Discretion in the interval
With gay delays he goes
To some superior Tree
Without a single Leaf
And shouts for joy to Nobody
But his seraphic self –

1 comment:

chiccoreal said...

Dear Michael: Those robins are so Dicksonian! I thoroughly enjoyed this sensitive glimpse into a robin's world of such sublime beauty. Thank-you dear!
"A Fellow in the Skies
Of independent Hues"
"his seraphic self"
"Inspiriting habiliments
Of Indigo and Brown –"
Lovely, completely!