Archive for the ‘Emily Dickinson’ Tag

Bike Rack In Black and White   1 comment

Bike Rack, Granville Island, Vancouver (08/30/09) — Image by kenne

To live is so startling
it leaves little time
for anything else.

— Emily Dickinson

Snow Covered Peaks   Leave a comment

First Snow On The Mountains 2012Snow Covered Peaks In The Santa Catalina Mountains – Photo-Artistry by kenne

“AH, TENERIFFE!”

Ah, Teneriffe!
Retreating Mountain!
Purples of Ages — pause for you —
Sunset — reviews her Sapphire Regiment –
Day — drops you her Red Adieu!

Still — Clad in your Mail of ices –
Thigh of Granite — and thew — of Steel –
Heedless — alike — of pomp — or parting

Ah, Teneriffe!
I’m kneeling — still –

— Emily Dickinson

Hiking Through An Aspen Grove On Aspen Trail   4 comments

In June of 2003 for the Aspen Fire destroyed 85,000 acres on Mt. Lemmon,
located in the Santa Catalina Mountains.
Last Friday, we hiked the Aspen Trail,
part of which goes through some of the burned areas.
The aspens were among some of the first vegetation to return,
making these trees now about 15 years old.
Our hike was almost too late in the fall
since many of the aspens have already lost their leaves.

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Aspen Trail-3-72Quaking Aspens On Aspen Trail, Mt. Lemmon — Images by kenne

Swirling leaves,
Like erratic wings of butterflies,
shimmered, shook, slapped,
Simultaneously clapping as we passed.

Grace in the grove, the ticking,
whispering clatter of the breeze
Passing back and forth between worlds,
Spirit and sound merged together.

— from “Riding Through a Grove of Aspens” by Emily Dickinson 

Mt. Lemmon Autumn   5 comments

Fall Colors 2016 (1 of 1)-6 art-Edit-1-72Mt. Lemmon Autumn — Photo-Artistry by kenne

NATURE, POEM 28: AUTUMN

The morns are meeker than they were,
The nuts are getting brown;
The berry’s cheek is plumper,
The rose is out of town.

The maple wears a gayer scarf,
The field a scarlet gown.
Lest I should be old-fashioned,
I’ll put a trinket on.

— Emily Dickenson 

Cool Morning On Mt. Lemmon   Leave a comment

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Sneezeweed-72.jpgBee On Sneezeweed, Cool Morning On Mt. Lemmon — Images by kenne

The Mountain

The mountain sat upon the plain
In his eternal chair,
His observation omnifold,
His inquest everywhere.

The seasons prayed around his knees,
Like children round a sire:
Grandfather of the days is he,
Of dawn the ancestor.

— Emily Dickinson 

Sleepy Orange   Leave a comment

Sabino Canyon Landscape Sleepy Orange(1 of 1)-4 grunge art blog.jpgSleepy Orange Butterfly on a Cholla Cactus — Grunge Art by kenne

Saying nothing… sometimes says the most.

— Emily Dickinson

Pipevine Swallowtail Photo-Artistry   2 comments

Pipevine Butterfly & Pool Area LinksPipevine Swallowtail Photo-Artistry by kenne

Some such Butterfly be seen
On Brazilian Pampas —
Just at noon — no later — Sweet —
Then — the License closes —

Some such Spice — express and pass —
Subject to Your Plucking —
As the Stars — You knew last Night —
Foreigners — This Morning —

by Emily Dickinson

Morning Walk   1 comment

Rotary Park Lake Havasu -0502 blogRotary Park, Lake Havasu City, Arizona — Image by kenne

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Wonder—is not precisely Knowing
And not precisely Knowing not—
A beautiful but bleak condition
He has not lived who has not felt—

Suspense—is his maturer Sister—
Whether Adult Delight is Pain
Or of itself a new misgiving—
This is the Gnat that mangles men—

— Emily Dickinson

Sara Orange Tip Butterfly   1 comment

Maiden Pools HikeSara Orange Tip Butterfly — Image by kenne

A Light Exists In Spring

A Light exists in Spring
Not present on the Year
At any other period —
When March is scarcely here

A Color stands abroad
On Solitary Fields
That Science cannot overtake
But Human Nature feels.

It waits upon the Lawn,
It shows the furthest Tree
Upon the furthest Slope you know
It almost speaks to you.

Then as Horizons step
Or Noons report away
Without the Formula of sound
It passes and we stay —

A quality of loss
Affecting our Content
As Trade had suddenly encroached
Upon a Sacrament.

— Emily Dickinson 

Source: http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/a-light-exists-in-spring-by-emily-dickinson

Queen Butterfly   1 comment

D500 PhotosQueen Butterfly (December 8, 2016) — Image by kenne

The butterfly obtains
But little sympathy
Though favorably mentioned
In Entomology –

Because he travels freely
And wears a proper coat
The circumspect are certain
That he is dissolute –

Had he the homely scutcheon
Of modest Industry
‘Twere fitter certifying
For Immortality –

— Emily Dickinson

 

Sunset Photo Essay — “Sunset In A Cup” (October 8, 2016)   Leave a comment

Sunset Photo Essay (October 8, 2016) — Images by kenne
(Click on any of the images for larger view in a slideshow format.)

Bring Me The Sunset In A Cup
— by Emily Dickinson

Bring me the sunset in a cup,
Reckon the morning’s flagons up
And say how many Dew,
Tell me how far the morning leaps—
Tell me what time the weaver sleeps
Who spun the breadth of blue!

Write me how many notes there be
In the new Robin’s ecstasy
Among astonished boughs—
How many trips the Tortoise makes—
How many cups the Bee partakes,
The Debauchee of Dews!

Also, who laid the Rainbow’s piers,
Also, who leads the docile spheres
By withes of supple blue?
Whose fingers string the stalactite—
Who counts the wampum of the night
To see that none is due?

Who built this little Alban House
And shut the windows down so close
My spirit cannot see?
Who’ll let me out some gala day
With implements to fly away,
Passing Pomposity?

Variegated Fritillary Butterfly   2 comments

SCVN Nature Walk 08-15-12, Marshall GulchVariegated Fritillary Butterfly — Image by kenne

Wonder — is not precisely Knowing
And not precisely Knowing not — 
A beautiful but bleak condition
He has not lived who has not felt —

— Emily Dickinson

Fly Agaric Mushroom — The Elf Of Plants   1 comment

Fly Agaric mushroom (1 of 1) art blogFly Agaric Mushroom (Bid Red) — Image by kenne

The Mushroom is the Elf of Plants –
 

At Evening, it is not
At Morning, in a Truffled Hut
It stopopon a Spot

As if it tarried always
And yet it’s whole Career
Is shorter than a Snake’s Delay –
And fleeter than a Tare –

’Tis Vegetation’s Juggler –
The Germ of Alibi –
Doth like a Bubble antedate
And like a Bubble, hie –

I feel as if the Grass was pleased
To have it intermit –
This surreptitious Scion
Of Summer’s circumspect.

Had Nature any supple Face
Or could she one contemn –
Had Nature an Apostate –
That Mushroom – it is Him!

— Emily Dickinson 

Caesalpinia pulcherrima   1 comment

Yard Flowers (1 of 1)-2 art blogCaesalpinia pulcherrima, Red Bird of Paradise — Computer Painting by kenne

I HIDE myself within my flower,
That wearing on your breast,
You, unsuspecting, wear me too—
And angels know the rest.

I hide myself within my flower,
That, fading from your vase,
You, unsuspecting, feel for me
Almost a loneliness.

— Emily Dickinson

Amazing What A Little Water Can Do In The Desert   1 comment

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University Avenue Yard Flowers (1 of 1)-3 blogRoses in Tucson Garden — Images by kenne

Nobody knows this little Rose—
It might a pilgrim be
Did I not take it from the ways
And lift it up to thee.
Only a Bee will miss it—
Only a Butterfly,
Hastening from far journey—
On its breast to lie—
Only a Bird will wonder—
Only a Breeze will sigh—
Ah Little Rose—how easy
For such as thee to die!

— Emily Dickinson

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