In the name of the Bee—And of the Butterfly—
And of the Breeze— Amen!
Emily Dickinson
I just read this poem by Dickinson and thought its concluding lines very delightful considering the subject of my previous post. See comments area for the poem in its entirety.
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The Gentian Weaves Her Fringes
The Gentian weaves her fringes —
The Maple's loom is red —
My departing blossoms
Obviate parade.
A brief, but patient illness —
An hour to prepare,
And one below this morning
Is where the angels are —
It was a short procession,
The Bobolink was there —
An aged Bee addressed us —
And then we knelt in prayer —
We trust that she was willing —
We ask that we may be.
Summer — Sister — Seraph!
Let us go with thee!
In the name of the Bee —
And of the Butterfly —
And of the Breeze — Amen!
-Emily Dickinson
I need a day when I can read all the wonderful poems you have without interruption (I've already come across one I want to steal :)).
I love your poems John :)
Warmly
Marinela
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