Thursday, January 12, 2006

the bluebird

When God had made a host of them

One little flower still lacked a stem

To hold it's blossom blue;

So into it he breathed  a song,

And suddenly, with petals strong

As wings, away it flew.

Emily Dickinson

(I think!)

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4 comments:

  1. AnonymousJanuary 12, 2006 at 5:56 AM

    A sonet in the morning, thank you!
    Hope your move will be an easy one. You will love BR. Just like everywhere here, traffic is a nightmare, but Baton Rouge is a big old college town and quite quaint. Good luck in your transition and let me know if you might need any info on South Louisiana!
    Wishing you the best,
    Tess

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  2. AnonymousJanuary 12, 2006 at 6:25 AM

    Cute one. It sounds good to me, the way a bluebird was created. Helen

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  3. AnonymousJanuary 17, 2006 at 3:41 PM

    Hello Jane

    What a beautiful little poem, and such a lovely thought, a tiny bluebird discovering his wings and his voice !
    Jayne
    http://journals.aol.co.uk/funnyface0s0/SingleGirl

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  4. AnonymousMarch 10, 2006 at 7:14 AM

    Paints such a wonderfilled picture in your mind.  I love bluebirds.  We have been blessed to have a family of them here three years in a row now.  -  Barbara

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