King Arthur Movie Tristan

IT dropped so low in my regard


I heard it hit the ground,


And go to pieces on the stones


At bottom of my mind;





Yet blamed the fate that fractured, less


Than I reviled myself


For entertaining plated wares


Upon my silver shelf.





-Emily Dickinson






art by j.w. waterhouse


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Happy Friday everyone.

I figued I'd start the weekend off with a favorite poet.
I think the entire poem is lovely in such a simple way. Emily Dickinson had a way of creating beautiful imagery with her work.




On another note, it seems Blogger was having issues today. It does look like things are back to normal now. I did notice some of the comments on my last post have disappeared.

I'll be blog hopping this weekend as well as catching up on my reading and reviewing.
This past week I read When No One is Watching and thoroughly enjoyed it. My review will be up this coming week. My goal for this weekend is to finish at least one other book. I don't know which one yet, but wish me luck.





What are you up to this weekend? Whatever it is, enjoy it :)

He touched me, so I live to know

That such a day, permitted so,

I groped upon his breast.

It was a boundless place to me,

And silenced, as the awful sea

Puts minor streams to rest.



And now, I ’m different from before,

As if I breathed superior air,

Or brushed a royal gown;

My feet, too, that had wandered so,

My gypsy face transfigured now

To tenderer renown.

-Emily Dickinson


art by j. w. waterhouse


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I know I am but summer to your heart,

And not the full four seasons of the year;

And you must welcome from another part

Such noble moods as are not mine, my dear.

No gracious weight of golden fruits to sell

Have I, nor any wise and wintry thing;

And I have loved you all too long and well

To carry still the high sweet breast of Spring.

Wherefore I say: O love, as summer goes,

I must be gone, steal forth with silent drums,

That you may hail anew the bird and rose

When I come back to you, as summer comes.

Else will you seek, at some not distant time,

Even your summer in another clime.


-Edna St. Vincent Millay



art is by j.w. waterhouse



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I stumbled across this poem online and it instantly grabbed my attention.

I think this one is about being cast aside by the person you're in love with.

The first lines set the mood for the rest of the poem.

I know I am but summer to your heart,

And not the full four seasons of the year...



She was a temporary thing in his life, and he let her go.
You get the sense that she feels she is not good enough for him in some way, so she is going to move on as well.

No gracious weight of golden fruits to sell

Have I, nor any wise and wintry thing...


I think it's both a beautiful and sad poem. What do you think?

PROUD of my broken heart since thou didst break it,

Proud of the pain I did not feel till thee,

Proud of my night since thou with moons dost slake it,

Not to partake thy passion, my humility.





-Emily Dickinson


art by j. w. waterhouse

He touched me, so I live to know

That such a day, permitted so,

I groped upon his breast.

It was a boundless place to me,

And silenced, as the awful sea

Puts minor streams to rest.



And now, I ’m different from before,

As if I breathed superior air,

Or brushed a royal gown;

My feet, too, that had wandered so,

My gypsy face transfigured now

To tenderer renown.

-Emily Dickinson


art by j. w. waterhouse


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This is one of my favorite Emily Dickinson poems. To me, 'He touched me, so I live to know' is about love changing you, in this case for the better.

'And now, I ’m different from before,

As if I breathed superior air,

Or brushed a royal gown'

And if you are changed, and can never be the same again. That can be a good thing or a bad thing, it depends on if the love was true or not.