An altered look about the hills --
A Tyrian light the village fills --
A wider sunrise in the morn --
A deeper twilight on the lawn --
A print of a vermillion foot --
A purple finger on the slope --
A flippant fly upon the pane --
A spider at his trade again --
An added strut in Chanticleer --
A flower expected everywhere --
An axe shrill singing in the woods --
Fern odors on untravelled roads --
All this and more I cannot tell --
A furtive look you know as well --
And Nicodemus' Mystery
Receives its annual reply!
~Emily Dickinson
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A child needs poetry, to know the heights and depths of where the soul can carry us in a lifetime. Poetry, like fairy tales without the terror, teach life's mysteries and archetypes precisely as we would learn them, through our lens. Metaphor leaves room for a relationship with the listener, for them to weave their story into the piece so that the two become..as Joe says in the pretzel song..intertwin-ed...thank you for sharing poetry with your children, and thanks for the moment for me, too. If we canonized artists, Emily would be one of the patron saints of poetry.
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