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"Heaven" has different Signs—to me—
Sometimes, I think that Noon
Is but a symbol of the Place—
And when again, at Dawn,
A mighty look runs round the World
And settles in the Hills—
An Awe if it should be like that
Upon the Ignorance steals—
The Orchard, when the Sun is on—
The Triumph of the Birds
When they together Victory make—
Some Carnivals of Clouds—
The Rapture of a finished Day—
Returning to the West—
All these—remind us of the place
That Men call "paradise"—
Itself be fairer—we suppose—
But how Ourself, shall be
Adorned, for a Superior Grace—
Not yet, our eyes can see—
Those little items are dedicated to Emily Dickinson's grave. What are messages hidden in those objects? What story do you imagine?
Got an inspiration? You are welcome to leave your observation, imagination, and/ or random thoughts through the comment section. There is no right or wrong in interpenetrating those objects.
Photos taken May 26, 2013
Poem cited from PoemHunter.com: http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/heaven-has-different-signs-mdash-to-me/
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