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"Real Riches"

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https://goo.gl/images/ABki8e 'Tis little I could care for pearls Who own the ample sea; Or brooches, when the Emperor With rubies pelteth me; Or gold, who am the Prince of Mines; Or diamonds, when I see A diadem to fit a dome Continual crowning me. Emily Dickinson poem, "Real Riches" edited by, Mabel Loomis Todd and T.W. Higginson 'Tis little I - could care for Pearls - Who own the ample sea - Or Brooches - when the Emperor - With Rubies - pelteth me - Or Gold - who am the Prince of Mines - Or Diamonds - when have I A Diadem to fit a Dome - Continual upon me - Description I will be honest with you, this poem could not have come at a better time in my life.  I discovered this poem right before I traded in my diamond for cash.  The money I used from the diamond was for a much worthier investment, my artwork, my freedom.  Jewelry for women is served to represent, "This is my p

Image and Description for Poem #81

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We should not mind so small a flower - Except it quiet bring Our little garden that we lost Back to the Lawn again. So spicy her Carnations nod- So drunken, reel her Bees - So silver steal a hundred flutes From out a hundred trees - That whoso sees this little flower By faith may clear behold The Bobolinks around the throne And Dandelions gold.  Description Meditating, "quiet" on a rose that is losing blooms, because fall is now here. The bees now full of pollen have left, "So drunken, reel her Bees", and the leaves fly off the branches, a peaceful pleasant sound of wind blowing through a flute, "So silver steal a hundred flutes". Feeling the breeze brush against my cheek like a bird "bobolink" flying through the air landing on a "throne" where I now stand, on the lawn, knowing in faith this "flower" with roots in the earth, "gold", will rise next spring.

Image and Description for Poem #756

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One Blessing had I than the rest So larger to my Eyes That I stopped gauging - satisfied- For this enchanted size - It was the limit of my Dream - The focus of my Prayer - A perfect - paralyzing Bliss - Contented as Despair - I knew no more of Want - or Cold - Phantasms both become For this new Value in the Soul - Supremest Earthly Sum - The Heaven below the Heaven above - Obscured with ruddier Blue - Life's Latitudes leant over - full - The Judgment perished - too - Why Bliss so scantily disbursed  - Why Paradise defer - Why Floods be served to Us - in Bowls - I speculate no more - Description I studied this poem at the Chautauqua Institute in New York, it is a cultural, theoligical, art, retreat. I was sitting in their beautiful outdoor ampitheatre for a church service, when I heard a different version of the hymn “Holy, Holy, Holy! Lord God Almighty!”. Instead of the words, “The Father, and The Son, and The Holy Spir