Miss Emily

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One of her favorite poets is Emily Dickinson, who is also a favorite of mine.  Rhonda at ShadowJewels refers to her as the quintessential peculiar woman, I like the reference. 

 Truly Emily Dickinson was odd and rather wonderful.  There was something 'otherworldly' about the way Emily Dickinson saw life, something a bit Charming and Childlike, Prim and Clear.  She was all at once very young, and very old.

If you are not familiar with her poetry, I encourage you to read a bit about her life, and delve into her poems.  She had a rare gift.  Today I am sharing with you some of her poems that have been honored in the work of several very talented Artists on Etsy. 

To visit the listings themselves, simply click on the pictures...

     



From Below14th, lovely "Hope is a thing with feathers" necklace



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.




From CathyKiffneyStudio an amazing clay bird





From LisaHopkinsDesign a ring to keep you Hopeful



A bird perched atop a fencepost at Arlington National Cemetary
from MKC Photography



Stunning artpiece from RCBArtdesign

 I'll tell you how the Sun rose --
A Ribbon at a time --
The Steeples swam in Amethyst --
The news, like Squirrels, ran --
The Hills untied their Bonnets --
The Bobolinks -- begun --
Then I said softly to myself --
"That must have been the Sun"!
But how he set -- I know not --
There seemed a purple stile
That little Yellow boys and girls
Were climbing all the while --
Till when they reached the other side,
A Dominie in Gray --
Put gently up the evening Bars --
And led the flock away --

A journal for your own poems from The Curio Studio by Sparkplug 95



A Word made Flesh is seldom
And tremblingly partook
Nor then perhaps reported
But have I not mistook
Each one of us has tasted
With ecstasies of stealth
The very food debated
To our specific strength --

A Word that breathes distinctly
Has not the power to die
Cohesive as the Spirit
It may expire if He --
"Made Flesh and dwelt among us"
Could condescension be
Like this consent of Language
This loved Philology.

Beautiful Mixed Media by Mizkatie

I dwell in Possibility--
A fairer House than Prose--
More numerous of Windows--
Superior--for Doors--

Of Chambers as the Cedars--
Impregnable of Eye--
And for an Everlasting Roof
The Gambrels of the Sky--

Of Visitors--the fairest--
For Occupation--This--
The spreading wide my narrow Hands
To gather Paradise--