Sunset that screens, reveals —

A Rose for Emily Project

Sunset that screens, reveals —
Enhancing what we see
By menaces of Amethyst
And Moats of Mystery.

Those little items are gifts to Emily Dickinson's final resting place. 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 July 5, 2013

Poem cited from: http://en.wikisource.org/wiki/Sunset_that_screens,_reveals_%E2%80%94

A Letter is a joy of Earth —

A Rose for Emily Project

A Letter is a joy of Earth —
It is denied the Gods —

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 June 22, 2013

Poem cited from: http://en.wikisource.org/wiki/A_Letter_is_a_joy_of_Earth_%E2%80%94 and http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_Emily_Dickinson_poems

ps: what happened? The fence's gone. Is it permanent?

 June 2013

May 2013 

She rose to His Requirement

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She rose to His Requirement—dropt
The Playthings of Her Life
To take the honorable Work
Of Woman, and of Wife—

If ought She missed in Her new Day,
Of Amplitude, or Awe—
Or first Prospective—Or the Gold
In using, wear away,

It lay unmentioned—as the Sea
Develop Pearl, and Weed,
But only to Himself—be known
The Fathoms they abide—

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 June 6, 2013

Poem cited from: http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/she-rose-to-his-requirement/

"Heaven" has different Signs—to me

This is a part of "A Rose for Emily" Project.

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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/

A Rose for Emily

This is a humble opening post of "A Rose for Emily Project."

I live close to a poetess Emily Dickinson's final resting place in Amherst, Massachusetts. After observing how little offerings to Emily rotate day by day, decoding messages hidden in those little traces became my daily routine. Why do people leave those specific objects to signal their presence to Emily?

That's how her grave looks like!

No matter how random those objects appear to be, I find joy in imagining hidden stories or just savor its surrealistic quirkiness.

Are you curious what those offerings look like? Visit my blog post: Emily Dickinson's Grave, Amherst.

Are you ready to dive in? Here you are: "Heaven" has different Signs—to me.

Oh, where did I get the title "A Rose for Emily"?

 

Location of Emily Dickinson's Grave: Google Map

Emily Dickinson's Grave, Amherst

A death-blow is a life blow to some 

Who, till they died, did not alive become;

Who, had they lived, had died, but when

They died, vitality begun. --816, Emily Dickinson

I live a stone throw away from the final resting place of a reclusive poetess Emily Dickinson. I just stumbled across her grave while I was strolling a graveyard like a wandering teenage boy. If you look around, history and wonder are within your reach, waiting for a dialogue between you and the unexpected delight.