The steady soaking rain. We are moving off tomorrow.
Musing:
Like Rain it sounded till it curved by Emily Dickinson"Like Rain it sounded till it curved
And then I new 'twas Wind --
It walked as wet as any Wave
But swept as dry as sand --
When it had pushed itself away
To some remotest Plain
A coming as of Hosts was heard
It filled the Wells, it pleased the Pools
It warbled in the Road --
It pulled the spigot from the Hills
And let the Floods abroad --
It loosened acres, lifted seas
The sites of Centres stirred
Then like Elijah rode away
Upon a Wheel of Cloud."
Love the rocks, we don't have anything like that here and wish we did. Have never read that particular Dickinson poem. Very masculine.
ReplyDeleteI just found your comments. I like to know when someone posts after a few weeks. I gain inspiration from all of your posts, J-E. Sometimes blogging can feel like grand central station but I always feel quiet and peaceful when I visit with you.
Likewise, I do not know that particular Dickinson. A friend once found me an old old tattered volume of ED in a small bookshop in Paris. One of my treasured possessions.
ReplyDeleteIt is a long time since I have experience steady, soaking rain: usually we get downpours that are of use to man nor spirit.
I be ready for the journey ...
Dickinson wrote over 1700 poems so you are forgiven for not knowing all of them! She pops up in my blog a lot because just like a blog so much of her writing is about ordinary things (written in a less than ordinay way though). I envy you that book Julie.
ReplyDeleteSuch a beautiful photo! I can clearly see the raindrops on the water surface.
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