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Friday, July 28, 2006

Part Four: Time and Eternity


I READ my sentence steadily,
Reviewed it with my eyes,
To see that I made no mistake
In its extremest clause,—


The date, and manner of the shame;
And then the pious form
That “God have mercy” on the soul
The jury voted him.


I made my soul familiar
With her extremity,
That at the last it should not be
A novel agony,


But she and Death, acquainted,
Meet tranquilly as friends,
Salute and pass without a hint—
And there the matter ends.
Emily Dickinson (1830–86). Complete Poems. 1924.

Monday, July 24, 2006

I Took His Hand and Followed

My dishes went unwashed today,

I didn't make the bed,

I took his hand and followed

Where his eager footsteps led.



Oh yes, we went adventuring,

My little son and I...

Exploring all the great outdoors

Beneath the summer sky



We waded in a crystal stream,

We wandered through a wood...

My kitchen wasn't swept today

But life was gay and good.



We found a cool, sun-dappled glade

And now my small son knows

How Mother Bunny hides her nest,

Where jack-in-the-pulpit grows.



We watched a robin feed her young,

We climbed a sunlit hill...

Saw cloud-sheep scamper through the sky,

We plucked a daffodil.



That my house was neglected,

That I didn't brush the stairs,

In twenty years, no one on earth

Will know, or even care.



But that I've helped my little boy

To noble manhood grow,

In twenty years, the whole wide world

May look and see and know.



Author Unkown