Tuesday, September 8, 2009



The moon is distant from the sea,

And yet with amber hands

She leads him, docile as a boy,

Along appointed sands.



He never misses a degree;

Obedient to her eye,

He comes just so far toward the town,

Just so far goes away.



Oh, Signor, thine the amber hand,

And mine the distant sea, --

Obedient to the least command

Thine eyes impose on me.



-Emily Dickinson




art by jw waterhouse




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