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Make Your Bed

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  Ample make this Bed - Make this Bed with Awe - In it wait till Judgment break Excellent and Fair. Be it Mattress straight - Be it Pillow round - Let no Sunrise’ yellow noise Interrupt this Ground -  Emily Dickinson # 289 In David Preest’s website http://www.emilydickinsonpoems.org/ he said, “Emily herself titled a copy of this poem ‘Country Burial.’ The mourners are to make the spacious bed of this grave ‘with Awe,’ because in it the dead man awaits the day of Judgment.”  This description of the poem made me see it completely differently than what I was thinking when I first read it. I couldn’t help but gravitate to this poem, seeing that I now make multiple beds on a daily basis.  I make beds as part of my profession and take great pride in a good crease. To me a well-made bed stood for good discipline, like a soldier making the perfect bed, and because of that good discipline, you will be judged “Excellent and Fair.” The thing is, usually it's the unmade beds that show, this p

Can good things come from Bad

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  If springs from winter rise, can the Anemones Be reckoned up?   If night stands first – then noon To gird us for the sun What gaze! When from a thousand skies On our developed eyes Noons blaze!                      Emily Dickinson #63 Descripiton, This poem is addressing the fact that good things can come from bad things or situations.  This poem is saying from hard work comes the great satisfaction of putting up your feet and resting on a day off. We may be blinded by the night or the negative situation that we are in.  But soon coming out of the situation, we will see why it all happened in the first place, and then, “What gaze!”

Image, Description, and Video for Poem #1474

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  Estranged from Beauty - none can be - For Beauty is Infinity - And power to be finite ceased Before Identity was leased. Emily Dickinson #1474 There is a comfort in knowing beauty will always be there.  You don’t have to be rich or poor to appreciate beauty.  “Beauty is Infinity” it is always there and it is just a matter of being open to the presence of beauty. If you do feel beauty is missing from your life, then most likely you just need to slow down.  Beauty requires you to be present. Stop bringing your phone everywhere or at least shut the notifications off so you're not distracted.  Beauty requires presence and time to look and see what you are seeing.  When I took life drawing, I thought every nude figure, no matter shape or size, was gorgeous.  Now I see the beauty of the figure in nature and my son’s activities.

Animation and Description for Poem #244

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  It is easy to work when the soul is at play - But when the soul is in pain - The hearing him put his play things up Makes work difficult - then - It is simple, to ache, in the Bone, or the Rhind - But Gimblets - among the nerve - Mangle daintier - terribler - Like a Panther in the Glove - Emily Dickinson This poem is about the instinctual aspect of creativity, which is represented by the Panther.  This type of creativity includes all manner of things that require a person to lose themselves.  You completely lose yourself and become the Panther. It requires you to get your brain out of the game.  There are many instances (athletics, writing, music, etc.) where we over think things, and end up mangling the whole thing. Our brain becomes the “Gimblet” that “Mangles” and suffocates the

Piece dedicated to David Preest for poem # 1437

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  A Dew sufficed itself - And satisfied a Leaf And felt “how vast a destiny” - “How trivial is Life!” The sun went out to work - The Day went out to play And not again that Dew be seen  By Physiognomy   Emily Dickinson This piece is dedicated to David Preest, who so graciously has shared his knowledge and love of Emily Dickinson in his website for all to see. Below is his beautiful description of the poem above. http://www.emilydickinsonpoems.org/ 1437 F1372 'A Dew sufficed itself' A Dew, which had been sufficient for and satisfied a Leaf, thought how trivial had been his life but to what a vast destiny [the life of a tree] he had contributed. That dew was never seen again for anybody to comment on his face, but his tragedy is still to be found in the records of the fleetingness of transport or joy and the celerity of fate. Maybe the Dew is anyone of us. David Preest Life is fleeting so make work your play and play your work!   

Description and Video for poem #305

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  The difference between Despair And Fear - is like the One Between the instant of a Wreck - And when the Wreck has been - The Mind is smooth - no Motion - Contented as the Eye Upon the Forehead of a Bust - That knows - it cannot see -                                                       Emily Dickinson #305 Description, A "Wreck" is an event that happens instantly, "I do", boom you're married, it is the “Fear” and excitement of the unknown. Then 17 years later with two kids, no matter how good of a person you are, you will have dealt with “Despair,” because along with living and loving, comes despair and suffering. The excitement and fear of a new job you thought would solve all of  your problems, only to find out your problems still exist but now you have a job on top of your problems/despair.   This poem is saying, do not think something, someone, or some event is going to solve all your problems.  Marriage, kids, job, bigger house, fancy car, none of it is

Video and Description for poem #130

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  These are the days when Birds come back - A very few - a Bird or two - To take a backward look. These are the days when skies resume The old - old sophistries of June - A blue and gold mistake. Oh fraud that cannot cheat the Bee - Almost thy plausibility Induces my belief. Till ranks of seeds their witness bear - And softly thro’ the altered air Hurries a timid leaf. Oh Sacrament of summer days, Oh Last Communion in the Haze - Permit a child to join. Thy sacred emblems to partake - Thy consecrated bread to take And thine immortal wine! Emily Dickinson #130 Description, Greg Mattingly, in “Emily Dickinson as a Second Language Demystifying the Poetry”, describes this poem as, “moves us from high summer to a later time of year. A period of unseasonably warm, balmy weather can occur in the autumn in New England, as well as in some other parts of the Northern State sometimes called “Indian Summer”.             I started working on the image for this poem in September just after su