Saturday, May 23, 2009

I'm looking for the sunny Caribbean

Do you know where it is?

The papaya acts like the sun is out...

The bees act like the sun is out...

The flowers act like the sun is out...

And this plant that Jesse gave me a couple of years ago acts like...something alien! This is a first; none of the other stamens?pistils? have done this seed burst thing, but maybe it is the nature of the plant. Do you know?

The sun just touched the morning;
The morning, happy thing,
Supposed that he had come to dwell,
And life would be all spring.

She felt herself supremer, --
A raised, ethereal thing;
Henceforth for her what holiday!
Meanwhile, her wheeling king

Trailed slow along the orchards
His haughty, spangled hems,
Leaving a new necessity, --
The want of diadems!

The morning fluttered, staggered,
Felt feebly for her crown, --
Her unanointed forehead
Henceforth her only one.

Emily Dickinson

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