Place of Refuge

Place of Refuge

05 June 2011

Road Trip, Part I

( photos by Makropoulos )

A something in a summer's Day
As slow her flambeaux burn away
Which solemnizes me.

A something in a summer's noon—
A depth—an Azure—a perfume—
Transcending ecstasy.

And still within a summer's night
A something so transporting bright
I clap my hands to see—

Then veil my too inspecting face
Lets such a subtle—shimmering grace
Flutter too far for me—

The wizard fingers never rest—
The purple brook within the breast
Still chafes it narrow bed—

Still rears the East her amber Flag—
Guides still the sun along the Crag
His Caravan of Red—

So looking on—the night—the morn
Conclude the wonder gay—
And I meet, coming thro' the dews
Another summer's Day! 

(Emily Dickinson)

1 comment:

Debra She Who Seeks said...

Is the Emily Dickinson poem a clue that these photos are of Amherst, Massachusetts? Oh, now I notice that "Massachusetts" is one of the labels for this post. Looks like you're having nice weather!