Sep 14
Never Mind the Silent Fields — from Emily Dickinson
never mind the silent fields
stillness in the grass
wind will sigh when it travels
sending seeds aloft
for now the quiet field remains
locked in shells of gold
hanging soft upon the blades
bells of grass silently toll
Pamela Olson, 9/14/08
For One Single Impression’s prompt of
Line from Poem #2
The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson
edited by Thomas H. Johnson
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..wonderfully beautiful-and a very good photo to go with it..thank u for this..
Dickinson was a fascinating poet, wasn’t she? So many vignettes – so many starts. This poem, too, gives me the feeling that you have more to say on the topic. I would love to know your further thoughts on the tolling of the bell: what, why?
This is a thought-provoking response to the theme …
Very nice. By the way, I own the collection. Well done.
Well, I know I’m already on record as saying how much I admire your poems, but this must have special mention, it’s simply masterful!
You raise a beautiful image in those words. And the photo is lovely, too.
Wow. It’s like a gentle breeze, softly falling on my ears and heart. Simply Lovely.
Beautiful. Seems to me – though I haven’t read Emily in quite a while – to carry some of her energy and rhythym.
lovely words and photo well done!
Your words bring forth images of the ocean when little sprays of water are being tossed from the waves when the wind blows.
“Bells of grass slightly toll” … beautiful image.
It reads like a sigh in the Fall…lovely.
Oh wow, I read the poem before the title. I knew it reminded me of her, but I didn’t know why.
Oh, just lovely- I think Emily would be proud.
Such a sweet poem…
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There is something about Emily’s poetry that seem to breath her cadence and rhythm into my writing. I have a number of lines that I have collected from her poetry that will serve as an inspiration in the future. Thank you all for your comments.
Julie– Your comment has set my mind thinking. Maybe there is more to this poem or maybe another to explore your questions. Thanks.
Dear Pam–
This is reminiscent in cadence of Dickinson–
It was interesting, that I heard the little bells of grass tolling without silence–but with rustling and whispering, almost gossiping…
But that’s another story, yes?
Thank you for this–and visiting my site–
Oh, so very well done! Lovely, lovely!
So gentle and yet some very powerful ideas in there about the cycle of nature and about mortality.
Lovely. This puts me much in mind of the dark quietness of gestation and it’s future emergence into the light.
This is lovely. So nice, to recognize the beauty of all the small details in the natural world.
You write in a way that leaves me feeling slightly envious! Absolutely beautiful, one of the best poems I’ve read in a while.