POM: April 29
Emily. Emily. How amazing is the ability to capture a moment for all of us to wonder and appreciate centuries later. And to think your poems lay hidden, languishing until a sister realized they needed freedom not a burial.
A lane of Yellow led the eye (1650)
Emily Dickinson
A lane of Yellow led the eye Unto a Purple Wood Whose soft inhabitants to be Surpasses solitude If Bird the silence contradict Or flower presume to show In that low summer of the West Impossible to know—
Very sad that poetry month is coming to a close.
I appreciate how you have visited so often. I will still feature my monthly poems–stayed tuned!