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Our lives are Swiss,--
So still, so cool,
Till, some odd afternoon,
The Alps neglect their curtains,
And we look further on.
Italy stands the other side,
While, like a guard between,
The solemn Alps
The siren Alps,
Forever intervene!
-Emily Dickinson
In picking an Emily Dickinson, I wanted to pick one that wasn't one of the better known ones, but was still particularly a favorite of mine. So here it is!
Jennifer has a stirring Robert Service poem, and not the one you know.
Jennifer has a stirring Robert Service poem, and not the one you know.
boy, confusing... i know ED never went to Europe, so what is she talking about? metaphoric, i guess, but alluding to what is a mystery to me...
ReplyDeleteI like to think of it as about inspiration: something we only get occasional glimpses of, but is sunnier and with better food... ;-)
Delete"siren Alps": personification? her white-haired mom? food=cheese...
DeleteLess cheesy down south? Italy's always sung out to me.
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