American Poet Emily Dickinson
That Belle from Amherst
I cannot dance upon my Toes
I cannot dance upon my Toes
I can almost repeat word for word General Douglas MacArthur although in my case I am just a badly fixed b+w print that started to fade…
I would not paint — a picture — I’d rather be one
I would not paint — a picture — I’d rather be one
Emily Dickinson
November left — then clambered up
November left — then clambered up
Now that it is past mid November I might be able to retire my scanner for repair. After a few years of using it (this has happened once…
November was finishing when I found you.
November was finishing when I found you.
Nuestro mundo global del momento parece ser más chico pero aún existe ese Ecuador. Mis navidades de niño eran durante el intenso…
We turn not older with years, but newer every day.
We turn not older with years, but newer every day.
Yesterday in this blog I scanned Rosa ‘Ebb Tide’ to illustrate one of Alfonsina Storni’s (born in Switzerland but emmigrated as a…
Now I am ready to go!
Now I am ready to go!
The coming of fall as summer wanes seems to be a time of reflection. As a gardener spring is hope. It is the hope that this plant or that…
Dilapidation’s processes are organized Decays
Dilapidation’s processes are organized Decays
It is almost the last day of August. Tomorrow is my 77th birthday. Birthdays to me are melancholic events in which I remember my youth in…
I find my feet have further goals
I find my feet have further goals
I could not prove the Years had feet —
just as green and as white
just as green and as white
“Today is very beautiful — just as bright, just as blue, just as green and as white, and as crimson, as the cherry trees full in bloom…
If you were coming in the fall, I’d brush the summer by
If you were coming in the fall, I’d brush the summer by
In the last few weeks I have been writing blogs in Spanish my native (materno in Spanish) language. Some of my followers (or at least the…