It's all I have to bring to-day
by Emily Dickinson
by Emily Dickinson
It's all I have to bring to-day,
This, and my heart beside,
This, and my heart, and all the fields,
And all the meadows wide.
Be sure you count, should I forget, --
Someone the sum could tell, --
This, and my heart, and all the bees
Which in the clover dwell.
This, and my heart beside,
This, and my heart, and all the fields,
And all the meadows wide.
Be sure you count, should I forget, --
Someone the sum could tell, --
This, and my heart, and all the bees
Which in the clover dwell.
Recently, while perusing the web, I came across this Dickinson poem that we used in our wedding ceremony. A dear friend created a melody and wrote a beautiful violin song so she could sing it while I walked down the "aisle." It's one of those poems that has an ever-changing meaning for me. As I read it now, I am of course seeing it through all of my new mother-layers. And despite my life-long fear of bees, I really am ready to bring "all the bees" with me wherever I go.
Because of this poem's nature to shed its own skin with each reading, I have taken a part of it as the title of this blog: all the bees. I could go into an analysis of why I chose that particular phrase, but I think I will let you ruminate on it and decide for yourself. As time goes on and more posts are made, the true essence of this blog will reveal itself (to me).
Because of this poem's nature to shed its own skin with each reading, I have taken a part of it as the title of this blog: all the bees. I could go into an analysis of why I chose that particular phrase, but I think I will let you ruminate on it and decide for yourself. As time goes on and more posts are made, the true essence of this blog will reveal itself (to me).
