Sunday, March 7, 2010

Sunday Poetry Post

I hope we're bridging winter and spring.

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Faith—is the Pierless Bridge
by Emily Dickinson

Faith—is the Pierless Bridge
Supporting what We see
Unto the Scene that We do not—
Too slender for the eye

It bears the Soul as bold
As it were rocked in Steel
With Arms of Steel at either side—
It joins—behind the Veil

To what, could We presume
The Bridge would cease to be
To Our far, vacillating Feet
A first Necessity.

22 comments:

  1. Jim, I love the picture because you and Andi are in it--Shadows on that bridge of Faith.

    My Daffs are ready to bloom. WooHoo.
    Rain today and tomorrow--heavy. Could do with a bit less of that Spring feature.

    Lori, I'm fascinated by the tales of all the critters and I LOVE those feet in that pic. Possums here are gray, ugly creatures. And really none too bright. I guess I feel romantic about Australia like some do about Texas--thinking we all have oil wells and cattle ranches. The fact that you have Roos and Wallabies and so much else is exciting and exotic compared to the deer, turkey, squirrels, ferel hogs, which seem so boring and typical of our property in Central Texas.

    Beth, hope the ballgame was fun. That weather needs to cooperate so you can get out and ENJOY fun in the sun.

    Farf, good you enjoyed your time in Fl but know Mrs. Fetched is glad to have you back at the Manor. Share more of Mason time.
    Daughter called four times yesterday to discuss issues at her sublet apartment with either her dad or I. Our children stay our kiddos no matter how old.

    Waves to Nancy, Dina, B, O, CG, CF, Maria, Nicky and all others that may wander this way.
    Relaxing Sunday to All.

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  2. Yep, the shadows are the best part - well, next to the unfrozen water. Love any body of water that moves!

    Would love to have wildlife around again. Too many years of living in the country has spoiled me - the only wildlife I see here is palmetto bugs (shudder). Loved the feet, Lori!

    Weather is cooperating quite nicely - each day getting warmer. Though being a rain lover, always wish we'd have more of that.

    More baseball today, and dinner out to celebrate my birthday. Woo hoo! I'm thinking Thai.

    Olivia, if you pop in, I'll miss your blog. I hope the decision to close it is a positive one for you - and maybe you'll post a few pix here and there to satisfy our need for your talent and eye. Big hugs.

    Hope Farf makes it home safely on I-75 - lots of crazies on that road!

    Off and running - busy day. Hope your Sunday is a peaceful one!

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  3. Yo ho, y'all! Back at the manor… talk about mixed emotions. ;-) But I'm 98% unpacked already.

    That's one fascinating pic, Jim… I'm still trying to work out the perspective there. You guys must have been really high up for the shadow to be that small.

    Sorry to hear about your friend, Beth. Hugs are in order. Hope the ball game goes well. One of these days, I want to go to Lakeland and watch the Tigers. There should be plenty of wildlife close by — birds everywhere, especially around open water, armadillos (basically possum in a half-shell) where there's underbrush, squirrels in trees… I bet if you sit quietly in your back yard for a few minutes, you'll see all sorts of wildlife.

    Olivia shut down her blog? Major major bummer!!!

    Lisa, I'm surprised *you* didn't mention armadillos! I saw one at a park the other day in Florida, haven't pulled the pix off the camera so I don't know if I got a good shot or not… it was moving into the underbrush. If the climate continues to warm, we might start seeing them up here in Sector 706.

    Lots of subtle changes in Mason in the last week: his face seems fatter, his hair has filled in a little more, and his balance continues to improve. Mrs. Fetched said he discovered his toes at some point.

    Off to whatever FAR Manor has waiting for me today… later!

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  4. ::waves back at the shadows::

    Beth, condolences for your loss.

    Aww, baby toes are made of joy.

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  5. Love Emily D.

    Ah, Olivia, thank for the years of photojoy!

    Waves at the coming and going peeps.

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  6. Well, my family flaked out on taking me out for my birthday breakfast, so I took myself to Panera. You think I'd learn; this happens every time I try to coordinate plans with them. It'll be a good day, anyway!

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  7. Beth, Panera cheese souffle ftw!

    Hey, guys, don't miss Lori's photo of feetsies in the comments to the post below. :)

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  8. Waves to everyone. Beth, sorry about the family bailout but have a great day. Try the cherry danish!

    Love the picture, particularly the shadows on the bridge. No signs of spring here but the snow is disappearing. So that is OK by me.

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  9. Lisa, suspension foot bridges are not my favorites. Faith definitely plays a part in getting me on them.

    Happy birthday, Beth; enjoy another ball game in the sun.

    Farf, we were probably about 30-40 feet above the water. It was about noon so the sun was nearly overhead. That explains seeing through the slats and all the reflections.

    Lori, that possum has some serious diggers.

    Dina, almost all of the snow has melted here except on the north facing hills and shaded areas.

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  10. Oh, and "hi" everybody. (Social skill? Moi?).

    We've got a lovely intermittent rain thing happening today.

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  11. I've read this poem three times and I just can't get the rhythm right. I've never been a huge Emily Dickenson fan, but I recently read an article in the Guardian about a family feud after her death that almost (almost!) made me want to read about her.

    Happy Birthday Beth! Is today the actual day? Have a virtual drink on me :)

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  12. Mary, if you'd like to find out more about Emily, and read a darned good true crime book, I suggest The Poet and the Murderer: A True Crime Story of Literary Crime and the Art of Forgery.

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  13. Thanks L. Now there's a trio I would never expect in one non-fiction book: a real forger, Joseph Smith and Emily Dickinson. I'm putting it on the list.

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  14. maryb, I have the same problem with the poem that you did. I butchered it when I read it to Andi.

    Lotsa links, Lori. Your local fauna are photogenic.

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  15. Yep, it's today, maryb. Thanks! I had hot sake with dinner - though there's a good chance I'll have something else before the night is out, and that will have your name on it. It's been a fine day. The Sox won, and we had Thai for dinner. Now I'm watching the Oscars - where are Nancy and KB??

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  16. Omg and lol, Lori! What a fabulous feast of fotos!! Thank you, thank you.

    Runs back to look at all of them.

    Did I say thank you?

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  17. Lisa, I lived in New Mexico for seven years and I'm very familiar with West Texas wildlife. Although I seem to have missed the feral hogs. After NM I moved back to CA (where I was born) and there I had a flock of about 50 wild turkeys on my property near Lake Shasta in northern California - beautiful birds. I also had black bear, cougar, bobcat, coyotes, etc. hence the Great Pyrenees dogs. And Farf's right, you forgot the Texas speed bumps (armadillos).


    Mary, try reading it this way:

    Faith—is the Pierless Bridge
    by Emily Dickinson

    Faith is the Pierless Bridge supporting what we see, unto the scene that We do not.
    Too slender for the eye.

    It bears the Soul as bold as it were rocked in steel (with arms of steel at either side) it joins behind the Veil.

    To what, could we presume, the bridge would cease to be, to our far vacillating feet a first Necessity?


    Jim, I think the fauna has more to do with that than I do.

    Beth, Hippo Birdy two Ewe!

    Nancy - it was easy, I just skimmed my ImageShack accounts (yes, plural). De nada.

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  18. Lori & maryb,

    Here's the way I've worked it out.

    Faith—is the Pierless Bridge Supporting what We see Unto the Scene that We do not.

    Too slender for the eye, It bears the Soul as bold As it were rocked in Steel.

    With Arms of Steel at either side — It joins behind the Veil To what?

    could We presume The Bridge would cease to be To Our far, vacillating Feet A first Necessity?

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  19. Yes, that works. Thanks for working it out. :)

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  20. Emily is my favorite poet, but I think she had a rare stumble in the last few lines of that poem. I do think you guys have captured good ways to read it, but the poet might have helped us out a little more. :)

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