The parasol is the umbrella's daughter,
And associates with a fan
While her father abuts the tempest
And abridges the rain.
The former assists a siren
In her serene display;
But her father is borne and honored,
And borrowed to this day.
EMILY DICKINSON
And associates with a fan
While her father abuts the tempest
And abridges the rain.
The former assists a siren
In her serene display;
But her father is borne and honored,
And borrowed to this day.
EMILY DICKINSON
Labels: emily dickinson, parasol, umbrella
5 Comments:
Your Web site is beautiful! Meg
I loved reading Bel Canto too.
The 1st and 3rd images have wonderful compositions.
thank you meg!--i wonder how i missed your comments! well, sorry--but now that you're here, what other books have you loved? i have just recently been looking around.
and thank you!
dominic--yes! aren't they interesting?! they're part of the japanese postcard collections at the MFA boston
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hi, and thanks so much for stopping by. i spend all too much time thinking my own thoughts about this stuff, so please tell me yours. i thrive on the exchange!
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