Art and Poetry mixture - Emily Dickinson

[Julie]

“Violets” by Ştefan Luchian

Within my reach! I could have touched! I might have chanced that way! Soft sauntered thro’ the village — Sauntered as soft away! So unsuspected Violets Within the meadows go — Too late for striving fingers That passed, an hour ago! ~ Emily Dickinson (The Poems of Emily Dickinson, #69)

[Ametrine -(MHZ)]

Thank you Julie for sharing this beautiful Poem by Emily Dickinson :o) What a Great poetess she was!

[Eva]

And a wonderful painting....thank you, Julie ⚘️

[Julie]

Thanks for the likes ladies, glad you enjoyed the poem and art share 

[Ametrine -(MHZ)]

Very much Julie  :o)

[Julie]

Look back on Time, with kindly Eyes --- He doubtless did his best --- How softly sinks the trembling Sun
In Human Nature's West ---
~ Emily Dickinson
(The Poems of Emily Dickinson, #1251)

[Ametrine -(MHZ)]

ΤThank you, Julie :o)

[Julie]

“Portrait of a Little Girl” by Jahn Ekenæs

They shut me up in Prose — As when a little Girl They put me in the Closet — Because they liked me “still” —

Still! Could themself have peeped — And seen my Brain — go round — They might as wise have lodged a Bird For Treason — in the Pound —

Himself has but to will And easy as a Star Look down opon Captivity — And laugh — No more have I —

~ Emily Dickinson (The Poems of Emily Dickinson, #445)

[Eva]

"Look back on Time, with kindly Eyes..."

That's wat I do the last Time...

The last Years...

[Ametrine -(MHZ)]

beautiful ! 

[Julie]

so glad you're all enjoying the Emily Dickinson 

There's a certain slant of light,
Winter Afternoons –
That oppresses, like the Heft
Of Cathedral Tunes –

Heavenly Hurt, it gives us –
We can find no scar,
But internal difference,
Where the Meanings, are –

None may teach it – Any –
‘Tis the Seal Despair –
An imperial affliction
Sent us of the Air –

When it comes, the Landscape listens –
Shadows – hold their breath –
When it goes ‘tis like the Distance
On the look of Death –

[Ametrine -(MHZ)]

what is a word beyond beautiful?

"When it comes, the Landscape listens –
Shadows – hold their breath –
When it goes ‘tis like the Distance
On the look of Death –".

.I can almost hear the silence