The Quiet Village

little village in the snow* “Catterline in Winter” by Joan Eardley

Up and away for life! be fleet!-
The frost-king ties my fumbling feet,
Sings in my ears, my hands are stones,
Curdles the blood to the marble bones,
Tugs at the heart-strings, numbs the sense,
And hems in life with narrowing fence.
Well, in this broad bed lie and sleep,-
The punctual stars will vigil keep,-
Embalmed by purifying cold;
The winds shall sing their dead-march old,
The snow is no ignoble shroud,
The moon thy mourner, and the cloud.

Ralph Waldo Emerson

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Wild Nights – Wild Nights!

expectancy

Wild nights – Wild nights!
Were I with thee
Wild nights should be
Our luxury!

Futile – the winds –
To a Heart in port –
Done with the Compass –
Done with the Chart!

Rowing in Eden –
Ah – the Sea!
Might I but moor – tonight –
In thee!

By Emily Dickinson

*painting: Expectancy by smoke paint

http://smokepaint.deviantart.com/art/expectancy-279889346

Wild Nights

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Wild nights! Wild nights!

Were I with thee,

Wild nights should be

Our luxury!

 

Futile the winds

To a heart in port, —

Done with the compass,

Done with the chart.

 

Rowing in Eden!

Ah! the sea!

Might I but moor

Tonight in thee!

~Emily Dickinson~

*photo by Goncalo Martins

http://0ce4n-g0d.tumblr.com/post/64678001170/big-bang-by-goncalo-martins-on-500px