Today’s blog has a few words about poetry and some comments on a book:
- Poetry can give us new thoughts or put ordinary things in a way we never thought of. And we are simply struck by beauty. Emily Dickinson lived from December 10, 1830 to May 15, 1886, died age 55. I’m amazed at how her beautiful words live on.
Bring me the sunset in a cup,
Reckon the morning’s flagons up
And say how many Dew,
Tell me how far the morning leaps
Tell me what time the weaver sleeps
Who spun the breadth of blue!
Write me how many notes there be
In the new Robin’s ecstasy
Among astonished boughs
How many trips the Tortoise makes
How many cups the Bee partakes,
The Debauchee of Dews!
Also, who laid the Rainbow’s piers,
Also, who leads the docile spheres
By withes of supple blue?
Whose fingers string the stalactite
Who counts the wampum of the night
To see that none is due?
Who built this little Alban House
And shut the windows down so close
My spirit cannot see?
Who’ll let me out some gala day
With implements to fly away,
2. I’ve been rereading Nicole Mones, “The last Chinese Chef”,
one of her novels set in China. Such a painless and enjoyable way to learn about China and its food. What got me started is her “A Cup of Beauty” – makes me wonder where that title came from?
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