Monday, July 20, 2009

Earlier, a couple of comments that were posted due to my fa-cheybook status got me thinking of poetry.

I can't write poetry but I love it. I love to read it, love to hear it... love what it does to words with its rhythm.

I have a poem that keeps going 'round my head ever since I opened up my Emily Dickinson book a month or so ago. I place it here now.

This is my letter to the World,
That never wrote to me,--
The simple news that Nature told,

With tender majesty.

Her message is committed

To hands I cannot see.

For love of her, sweet countrymen,

Judge Tenderly of me!


The Saving Grace of Noise said...

Strange that you should talk about poetry in your blog and guess what I have on mine? Yup, you guessed it... I ended my blog today with one of my favorite T.S. Eliot poems... it's like we share a brain sometimes, coz... gotta love it... miss ya!