I'll tell you how the sun rose--
A ribbon at a time.
The steeples swam in amethyst,
The news like squirrels ran.
The hills untied their bonnets,
The bobolinks begun.
Then I said softly to myself,
"That must have been the sun!"
But how he set, I know not.
There seemed a purple stile
Which little yellow boys and girls
Were climbing all the while
Till, when they reached the other side
A dominie in gray
Put gently up the evening bars,
And led the flock away.
Very pretty. I love Emily and it was a beautiful morning this morning. Your photos are so pretty.
ReplyDeleteMy favourite English teacher did one bad thing many years ago: he told us that all of Emily's poems can be sung to the Yellow Rose of Texas, and ever since, I just can't read her poetry 'straight'. LOL This was wonderful with the photographs.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful pictures indeed! :)
ReplyDeleteOh no, Susan! Now I'll be singing the Yellow Rose of Texas when I read her poems too. So many poems are written in ballad form, especially the older ones, that you can't help but read them as
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da Da da Da da DA. I think that's ballad form---and they all rhymed too. Which I find very difficult to do. And if I do rhyme it, then I've written it in the form above. Maddening.
Oh, Ms. D is just one of my favorites ever. I've always wanted to (seriously) set her poems to music as a sort of one-person, serious-minded musical theatre piece. I've been involved in production of Belle of Amherst more than once. It's said that she modeled her verse on hymns, which is what makes them so musical. As I was reading this, I was totally singing it.
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