Garden as seen by Emily Dickinson

 "Hope is the thing with feathers  that perches in the soul, and sings the tunes without the words, and never stops at all..."
                                                   -Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)

 NATURE POEM 42 by Emily Dickinson
Bring me the sunset in a cup, Reckon the morning's flagons up,

 And say how many dew; tell me how far the morning leaps

 Tell me what time the weaver sleeps who spun the breadths of blue!

 Write me how many notes there be in the new robin's ecstasy,among astonished boughs...

 How many trips the tortoise makes.

 How many cups the bee partakes, the debauchee of dews!

 Also,who laid the rainbow's piers, also, who leads the docile spheres

 By withes of supple blue?

 Whose fingers string the stalactite, who counts the wampum of the night, 

 To see that none is due?

 Who built this little house and shut the windows down so close

 My spirit cannot see?

 Who'll let me out some gala day,

 With implements to fly away, passing pomposity?

 (One of my favourite writers. One of my favourite poems. It's said that Emily Dickinson  had such a delicate observation for all things nature.It shows how she loves evening in a garden. Everything more tantalizing than the next...) 

 From "The Poems of Emily Dickinson"  (Written in 1896) (Series Two)