Video and Description for poem #130
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
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 summer. We have had the most marvelous fall weather in Louisville Kentucky this year. If you are from Louisville you will recognize the Water Reservoir photographs in the video. For a brief period my boys were back in School, after dropping them off, I would go jogging around the reservoir armed with this poem and my new iphone/camera.
Unusually warm days in colder months do provoke you to go outside and whatever activity you choose to do in that time will most certainly wake up your inner child. It is as if the, flaming Red Japanese Maple, outside our living room window, is offering us a communal drink of wine. To which we are fully aware, if we partake, the consequences will be totally worth the FUN!
Here is a post that shows the Flaming Red Japanese Maple