Sunday, September 19, 2010
~~~Poem a Day ~~~"Snow flakes." by Emily Dickinson
I counted till they danced so
Their slippers leaped the town,
And then I took a pencil
To note the rebels down.
And then they grew so jolly
I did resign the prig,
And ten of my once stately toes
Are marshalled for a jig!
Poem by Emily Dickinson
Dear Fans of Emily: Good Sunday morning! Today I am here in the early Sunday morning light streaming through the kitchen window near blinding me, as I try to shift my position to type abit of what I think this poem is all about; again! Only number #36 of 1775. Ms Emily; You are so prolific!
This little gem of a poem is the first snow of winter, be it early fall or early winter. The snow upon first dance is a splendour to witness. It dances! Emily notices this!
I remember the first snow as being an exciting time, and always around Christmas so much desired as to make snow incantations! Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow. Not now! At Christmas!
So snow flakes do dance. However, they NEVER float upwards unless by heavy wind. When you watch some movies you can tell the fake snow because it always flies "up". That is the stage styrofoam snow. Fake. And not appreciated by knowing Canadians. What you think you can fool us about snow? Hah! The native Innuit have hundreds of names for various "kinds" of snow. Yes, there definitely are different kind of snow, wet snow, dry snow, pea-like snow, etc, etc.
It is very important for the Innuit to know the type of snow they are going to have to face because they can be prepared for the worst winter has to dish.
Winter...ugh I say now. However, living in a ski-zone of the Blue Mountains area WE LOVE SNOW HERE. (just not slipping and falling, that's not fun). Yes I have skied! Not so well! But I did try! And I want to snowboard like the kids around here, probably Miss Emily would be game! I get that distinct feeling!
So we make the best of the best of the snow! It is fun! Reminds me of being a kid(well have NEVER grown up) and I sense Ms. Emily has never grown up either as she dances un-priggish like with the dancing snowflakes.
"And ten of my once stately toes
Are marshalled for a jig!"ED
A dandy of a poem. Light and airy; much like Ms Emily!
A Prig is: A person who demonstrates an exaggerated conformity or propriety, especially in an irritatingly arrogant or smug manner. 2. Chiefly British A petty thief or ..." from thefreedictionary.com
Chiccoreal's "take a picture it will last longer" take on the Emily Dickinson poem "Snow"
Snow you make me want to dance
when like magic you first appear
and sing and fly
Above the sky
to less priggish places
where as a child again
For now and evermore
Fraggalrockalistic to Happen
Not Just Once
Rather A Lifetime of SnowFlake Dances to You
As Squire Nutkin recounts
Quote The Snowflake Forevermore!