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Her Eyes

by: danl318

Mon Dec 12, 2011 at 18:55:13 PM EST

( - promoted by Xanthe)

Emily Dickinson

Your eyes, Emily, saw me tonight.

Your gaze, caught by light and glass and silver,
yes, I've seen you time and time and time and again,
but tonight, only now, did you see me.

My crisp steps on frosted grass and clover,
crisp steps on fallen leaves,
they call your eyes to mine.

Outside your window, I dance,
a dervish spinning in love,
the moon my only witness.

a big thank-you to puzzled

danl318 :: Her Eyes

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Her Eyes | 4 comments

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n/t

by: puzzled @ Tue Dec 13, 2011 at 14:25:34 PM UTC

no, I thank you (11.50 / 4)

and I stand by my original comment. This is absolutely stunning in its beauty.

by: puzzled @ Tue Dec 13, 2011 at 14:26:41 PM UTC

Lovely - more please! nt (8.00 / 2)

For who could have foretold
That the heart grows old.
W.B. Yeats

by: Xanthe @ Tue Dec 13, 2011 at 16:36:16 PM UTC

I love this Dickinson poem: (15.00 / 1)

There is a strength in proving that it can be borne
although it tear
What are the sinews of such cordage for except to bear

A ship might be of satin
Had it not to fight
To walk on tides requires cedar feet -

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That last line gives me the chills it's so magnificent!

For who could have foretold
That the heart grows old.
W.B. Yeats

by: Xanthe @ Wed Dec 14, 2011 at 00:50:47 AM UTC

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