Category Archives: Emily Dickinson

Word Cloud: WINDOWS

Posted on December 23, 2016 by wordcloud9

by Nona Blyth Cloud Through the small tall bathroom window the December yard is gray and scratchy, the tree calligraphic. ………………………… – Dave Eggers The view from Dave Eggers’ bathroom window is a close match to the view from my kitchen window. … Continue reading →

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TCS: Giving Frigates and Fairylands to Kids

Posted on December 12, 2016 by wordcloud9

Good Morning! ____________________________________________________________ Welcome to The Coffee Shop, just for you early risers on Monday mornings. This is an Open Thread forum, so if you have an off-topic opinion burning a hole in your brainpan, feel free to add a … Continue reading →

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Mixed Blessings

Posted on November 24, 2016 by wordcloud9

from Nona Blyth Cloud Whatever your plans, whoever you’re with, I wish you fellowship and feasting. Offered here, some food for thought in a difficult year… ___________________________________________________________ Thanksgiving Letter from Harry by Carl Dennis I guess I have to begin by admitting … Continue reading →

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Word Cloud: NOVEMBER

Posted on November 4, 2016 by wordcloud9

by NONA BLYTH CLOUD November. Depending on where you live, it’s still autumn, or already winter, or spring-into-summer if you’re south of the equator. Here in America, we’re going off Daylight Savings Time this weekend, and it will get dark … Continue reading →

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BEE: The pedigree of honey

Posted on July 1, 2016 by wordcloud9

  Bee poems by Emily Dickinson The Bee is not afraid of me. I know the Butterfly. The pretty people in the Woods Receive me cordially— The Brooks laugh louder when I come— The Breezes madder play; Wherefore mine eye … Continue reading →

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Notes in Emily Dickinson’s pocket – “Read, sweet, how others strove” (Life, 18)

Posted on June 19, 2016 by Joy of Fishes

‌ ‌ ‌ “Tell all the Truth but tell it slant.” ~ Emily Dickinson ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ____________________________________ Read, sweet, how others strove, Till we are stouter; What they renounced, Till we are less afraid; How many times they … Continue reading →

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Notes in Emily Dickinson’s pocket – “When night is almost done” (Life, 17)

Posted on June 18, 2016 by Joy of Fishes

‌ ‌ ‌ “Tell all the Truth but tell it slant.” ~ Emily Dickinson ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ____________________________________ When night is almost done, And sunrise grows so near That we can touch the spaces, It ’s time to smooth … Continue reading →

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Notes in Emily Dickinson’s pocket – “To fight aloud is very brave” (Life, 16)

Posted on June 17, 2016 by Joy of Fishes

‌ ‌ ‌ “Tell all the Truth but tell it slant.” ~ Emily Dickinson ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ____________________________________ ‌To fight aloud is very brave, But gallanter, I know, Who charge within the bosom, The cavalry of woe. Who win, … Continue reading →

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Notes in Emily Dickinson’s pocket – “I know some lonely houses off the road” (Life, 15)

Posted on June 16, 2016 by Joy of Fishes

‌ ‌ ‌ “Tell all the Truth but tell it slant.” ~ Emily Dickinson ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ____________________________________ I know some lonely houses off the road A robber ’d like the look of,— Wooden barred, And windows hanging low, … Continue reading →

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Notes in Emily Dickinson’s pocket – “Some things that fly there be” (Life, 14)

Posted on June 15, 2016 by Joy of Fishes

‌ ‌ ‌ “Tell all the Truth but tell it slant.” ~ Emily Dickinson ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ____________________________________ ‌Some things that fly there be,— Birds, hours, the bumble-bee: Of these no elegy. Some things that stay there be,— Grief, … Continue reading →

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