Poem by Emily Dickinson (J# 520/Fr# 656) I started Early — Took my Dog — And visited the Sea — The Mermaids in the Basement Came out to look at me — And Frigates — in the Upper Floor Extended Hempen Hands — Presuming Me to be a Mouse — Aground — upon the Sands — But no Man moved Me — till the Tide Went past my simple Shoe — And past my Apron — and my Belt — And past my Bodice — too — And made as He would eat me up — As wholly as a Dew Upon a Dandelions Sleeve — And then — I started — too — And He — He followed — close behind — I felt his Silver Heel Upon my Ankle — Then my Shoes Would overflow with Pearl — Until We met the Solid Town — No One He seemed to know — And bowing — with a Mighty look — At me — The Sea withdrew — *** Image is of Night Sea, by Agnes Martin (its her birthday today), 1963 *** And Herbie Hancocks Maiden Voyage: open.spotify/track/0T1EaGm6b9eM7xBf4F1hlc
Posted on: Sat, 22 Mar 2014 13:41:55 +0000
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