tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-714571207256679831.post3852874644901874737..comments2023-10-25T05:05:54.914-05:00Comments on A Painters Diary: Spring BreakupDarrell Baschakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00229927261300573091noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-714571207256679831.post-22739464749069311142009-04-22T19:20:00.000-05:002009-04-22T19:20:00.000-05:00So, I am watching.
Are you?
A Light exists in spr...So, I am watching.<br />Are you?<br /><br />A Light exists in spring<br />Not present on the year<br />At any other period.<br />When March is scarcely here<br /><br />A color stands abroad<br />On solitary hills<br />That silence cannot overtake,<br />But human nature feels.<br /><br />It waits upon the lawn;<br />It shows the furthest tree<br />Upon the furthest slope we know;<br />It almost speaks to me.<br /><br />Then, as horizons step,<br />Or noons report away,<br />Without the formula of sound,<br />It passes, and we stay:<br /><br />A quality of loss<br />Affecting our content,<br />As trade had suddenly encroached<br />Upon a sacrament.<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br />**********************************<br /><br />Hi Darrell,just a poem greating,SandraAlekshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07514059217994184072noreply@blogger.com