Saturday, February 22, 2014

"I'll Tell You How the Sun Rose"...Emily Dickinson

Indiana sunrise by Bethany Hasselman

Indiana winter sunrises are spectacular. This photo was taken by Bethany Hasselman. Bethany and her husband, Curt, have taken to the land with their children. They raise chickens and beef...vegetables and fruits...and children, of course. Bethany cause much reflection in my own life remembering the farm days with my own children. It is much work to live off the land. I miss it every day. Until then, I keep a small farm in my own backyard...minus the chickens, of course.

This photo makes me think of the lovely poem, "I'll tell you how the Sun Rose," by Emily Dickinson. Enjoy.
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. 


Robb said...

Fabulous reading that poem again! Thanks!

Lou Ann Homan said...

I think I have always been her biggest fan.