It seems that the Monsters of yore have been slain. Not to worry, I am not talking about the neighbor’s children! 🙂 No, this morning I woke up to find one of the Love-lies-bleeding sleeping behind the Buddha. Its stalk bent in two and its leaves wilted, the pom-poms shedding tiny grains that the Thai use as a spice. Although I only had these beauties in fine form for only one day, I appreciated them enough for weeks worth of carnations. Everything is always, always changing.
Remi and I were invited to a dinner party yesterday evening. Our host had just returned from a business trip to the United States where he had purchased a book on Autumn in New England. Oh, those glorious colors made me so homesick! On one of the first pages was an Emily Dickinson poem, that although it has been read a hundred times, never loses its appropriateness for this time of year…
As imperceptibly as Grief
The Summer lapsed away—
Too imperceptible at last
To seem like Perfidy—
A Quietness distilled
As Twilight long begun,
Or Nature spending with herself
Sequestered Afternoon—
The Dusk drew earlier in—
The Morning foreign shone—
A courteous, yet harrowing Grace,
As Guest, that would be gone—
And thus, without a Wing
Or service of a Keel
Our Summer made her light escape
Into the Beautiful.
The Summer lapsed away—
Too imperceptible at last
To seem like Perfidy—
A Quietness distilled
As Twilight long begun,
Or Nature spending with herself
Sequestered Afternoon—
The Dusk drew earlier in—
The Morning foreign shone—
A courteous, yet harrowing Grace,
As Guest, that would be gone—
And thus, without a Wing
Or service of a Keel
Our Summer made her light escape
Into the Beautiful.
Dash, that is so perfectly said–as globalized as we all have become, there are places that are still our own. Certain times and places that catch our heart. Admittedly, I am always very sentimental at this time of year as all of my recent posts show!