Friday, February 21, 2020

Poem for Friday and Cabin John Park

The feet of people walking home
By Emily Dickinson

The feet of people walking home
With gayer sandals go—
The Crocus— til she rises
The Vassal of the snow—
The lips at Hallelujah
Long years of practise bore
Til bye and bye these Bargemen
Walked singing on the shore.

Pearls are the Diver’s farthings
Extorted from the Sea—
Pinions— the Seraph’s wagon
Pedestrian once— as we—
Night is the morning’s Canvas
Larceny— legacy—
Death, but our rapt attention
To Immortality.

My figures fail to tell me
How far the Village lies—
Whose peasants are the Angels—
Whose Cantons dot the skies—
My Classics veil their faces—
My faith that Dark adores—
Which from its solemn abbeys
Such resurrection pours.

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My friend Mary from Ohio, whom I met online because of Star Trek many years before I met her in person, is in the area visiting her mom, so on Thursday we met at Cabin John Park to indulge in nostalgia for our childhoods and our kids' childhoods -- not too easy, since there's really only one structure left from 50 years ago and only a couple more from 25 years ago, but Porky the Litter Eater and the train are still there -- and took a walk down to the creek, since we both like cool weather. We even saw flowers! Then we went to lunch at Le Pain Quotidien, where I had an awesome gruyere omelet and we split dessert.

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The rest of my afternoon involved chores and some more photo sorting. I realized it was the anniversary of our 2002 trip to California, so I uploaded a bunch of those to Facebook, which of course put the dates all wrong so it took a long time just to straighten them out, around dinner and two episodes of Morse, one of which was more sexist than the next and I'm thinking this show has not dated well. Now I have the Cats parody episode of Crazy Ex-Girlfriend on, so I'm laughing too hard to type (and yay new Greg, whom I like so much better than old Greg that I can finally stomach it if Rebecca ends up with him)!

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