August 19, 2011

Bliss and Hope, #PoetrySummer, Weeks 10 & 11

So, would you believe me if I said I’d fallen and I couldn’t get up? No? What if I told you’d I’d been detained to deal with matters of national security that cannot be discussed here?

Still no?

I’m behind in posting anything on this blog, and while there are a few weighty matters I’ve been handling lately,* I won’t excuse myself. I’m a slacker. And I can’t get up.

Yet, even though I’ve slacked on blogging and social media the past few weeks, I’ve stayed (marginally) on top of #PoetrySummer. I memorized and recited two Emily Dickinson poems. Yes, they are short, but they are also true, and I’m glad to know them by heart now.

For Week ten:

Is bliss, then, such abyss
I must not put my foot amiss
for fear I spoil my shoe?

I’d rather suit my foot
Than save my boot,
For yet to buy another pair
Is possible
At any fair.

But bliss is sold just once;
The patent lost
None buy it any more.

I’m not a fancy shoe girl, or rather, I prefer cute, comfortable shoes, so I completely get the “I’d rather please my foot” part. I guess that’s not what Dickinson’s getting at, though.

For Week eleven:

Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard:
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.

I’ve heard it in the chillest land
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.

I especially like the line about singing the tune without the words.

This week, the final week, I’m working on Jabberwocky by Lewis Carroll. In a few days, I hope to post a “performance” of it here. I plan to conscript Eva into Jabberwock-sock-puppet duty but can’t figure what we’ll use for the father and son. We do have a Ken doll in the houseā€¦

*Weighty matter #1 (Hope)–Eva started Kindergarten! Weighty matter #2Two (Bliss)–I discovered Merlin on Netflix.