Two Butterflies went out at Noon— (533)
by Emily Dickinson
Two Butterflies went out at Noon—
And waltzed above a Farm—
Then stepped straight through the Firmament
And rested on a Beam—
And then—together bore away
Upon a shining Sea—
Though never yet, in any Port—
Their coming mentioned—be—
If spoken by the distant Bird—
If met in Ether Sea
By Frigate, or by Merchantman—
No notice—was—to me—
The ruminations of an artist on art & life...art quilts, beading, knitting, drawing, painting, printmaking, bookmaking are all my passions, I love to explore creating....
Sunday, April 15, 2007
Posted by
Aurora
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8:58 AM
Labels: beadwork, crafts, environment, National Poetry Month, poems, poets, writers
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