Emily Dickinson s garden, twilight
Miss Dickinson,
Your garden is lovely in the twilight.
The oak tree by your house
Is larger and shadier
Than it was in your day.
Much has changed:
The view from your window,
The world beyond, the language.
Still, the feeling of longing
Remains the same: a long line of silk
That the soul pulls out of itself,
Like a spider spinning her thread in the autumn,
Hoping to catch not food, but the wind,
Hoping to travel far
Without knowing the destination.
[ I photographed Emily Dickinson's garden and house, as I was waiting for the twilight to fall. ]
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Наталья Мурадова 17.02.2022 11:00 Заявить о нарушении
Спасибо большое. Мне дважды выпало посетить дом и сад Эмили Дикинсон. Это была земная скорлупа странной души поэта-отшельника. И дом, и сад до сей поры хранят отблеск её присутствия, они намагничены поэзией.
Яна
Яна Кане 18.02.2022 01:21 Заявить о нарушении