emily dickinson sent me a poem in my email. (she does so every M W and F.)

[duccio]

XX.

Could I but ride indefinite,
As doth the meadow-bee,
And visit only where I liked,
And no man visit me,

And flirt all day with buttercups,
And marry whom I may,
And dwell a little everywhere,
Or better, run away

With no police to follow,
Or chase me if I do,
Till I should jump peninsulas
To get away from you, --

I said, but just to be a bee
Upon a raft of air,
And row in nowhere all day long,
And anchor off the bar,--
What liberty! So captives deem
Who tight in dungeons are.


Emily Dickinson

Comments

[shinsetsu]

Oh yes, I used to have fake marble in the bath tub, and there were a lot of faces in that. :)

I'd get a hernia if I tried to lift my monitor up to the window. :-p