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Because we are getting the remnants of Hurricane Debby today and tomorrow.

Summer Shower by Emily Dickinson

A drop fell on the apple tree,
Another on the roof;
A half a dozen kissed the eaves,
And made the gables laugh.

A few went out to help the brook,
That went to help the sea.
Myself conjectured, Were they pearls,
What necklaces could be!

The dust replaced in hoisted roads,
The birds jocoser sung;
The sunshine threw his hat away,
The orchards spangles hung.

The breezes brought dejected lutes,
And bathed them in the glee;
The East put out a single flag,
And signed the fete away.

I like the ocean. I don't visit it very often, but I always enjoy myself. I bought some sea life stickers and wave stickers and some blue ink whose colour was called 'Salty Ocean' and made a collage. The mesh layer is actually sparkly. I wanted it to be like a net. I wrote a drabble about Watson collecting too many seashells at 100words. I collect too many seashells. I have 4 tiny piles on my window ledge [Offer]. I've written a small number of mermaid fics over the years.



Also I didn't realize the Emily Dickinson poem 'I started Early -- Took my Dog --' was about the sea. The first line has overshadowed all the rest of it in my mind.

I started Early – Took my Dog – by Emily Dickinson

I started Early – Took my Dog –
And visited the Sea –
The Mermaids in the Basement
Came out to look at me –

And Frigates – in the Upper Floor
Extended Hempen Hands –
Presuming Me to be a Mouse –
Aground – opon the Sands –

But no Man moved Me – till the Tide
Went past my simple Shoe –
And past my Apron – and my Belt
And past my Boddice – too –

And made as He would eat me up –
As wholly as a Dew
Opon a Dandelion's Sleeve –
And then – I started – too –

And He – He followed – close behind –
I felt His Silver Heel
Opon my Ancle – Then My Shoes
Would overflow with Pearl –

Until We met the Solid Town –
No One He seemed to know –
And bowing – with a Mighty look –
At me – The Sea withdrew –

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I don't know why I couldn't decide what to post today. I must've changed my mind a dozen times since I woke up. Spring is springing here and I'm feeling a bit muddled in the sinuses. But Emily Dickinson is always good. I have seen this poem numbered different ways so I will just title it by the first line. I read an essay about her which talked about the way in which she wrote and 'published,' in letters, on back of envelopes and scraps of paper, handed round gatherings with coffee stains or food stains on the 'manuscript.' It was interesting to think about, this sort of informal, homely spreading/sharing/exchanging.

I dwell in Possibility - by Emily Dickinson


I dwell in Possibility –
A fairer House than Prose –
More numerous of Windows –
Superior – for Doors –

Of Chambers as the Cedars –
Impregnable of eye –
And for an everlasting Roof
The Gambrels of the Sky –

Of Visitors – the fairest –
For Occupation – This –
The spreading wide my narrow Hands
To gather Paradise –