Heya peeps, I got some more Dickinson for ya! Last night it was uber romantic. The light I generally use in my room is really far from my bed (by really far I just mean you have to get out of bed and walk two steps. The getting out of bed is what makes it essentially miles away), so I had the smart idea to burn candles and read poetry by candlelight. Oo lala! Nothing caught on fire, and I got to stay in bed! hurray. Anyway, onto the poems:
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.
Before I got my eye put out,
I liked as well to see
As other creatures that have eyes,
And know no other way.
But were it told to me, to-day,
That I might have the sky
For mine, I tell you that my heart
Would split, for size of me.
The meadows mine, the mountains mine,00
All forest, stintless, stars,
As much of noon as I could take
Between my finite eyes.
The motions of the dipping birds,
The lighting’s jointed road,
For mine to look at when I liked,–
The news would strike me dead!
So, safer, guess, with just my soul
Upon the window-pane
Where other creatures put their eyes,
Incautious of the sun.
Lately, I’ve been considering risks and taking them and what I constitute as a risk, and these two poems reminded me of that. Daring to hope, daring to believe, daring to do. Sometimes as an excessive reader I worry I live vicariously too much, and I get really anxious to do-do-do. But do what is the question. While reading these words I get a little anxious about doing more, they also just get me excited for today and help me to be content in regards to the future. I LOVE that part that I bolded in the second poem. I hope you enjoyed!
Happy day, Happy night, Happy week!
–> If you’re really confused as to why I’m talking about Emily Dickinson and poetry on my blog, here is the first entry explaining the methods to my madness.