Commonplace News Joshua Reyes

POTD: Love 53

Day 5. Today’s poem of the day is Love liii.

Let me not mar that perfect dream
By an auroral stain,
But so adjust my daily night
That it will come again.1

I don’t know how I feel about this one. I really like the northern lights. Ever since I first saw them I’ve been jonesing for another fix.

  1. Emily Dickinson. The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson. Little, Brown, and Company. (1929) 

POTD: Nature 49

Day 4. Today’s poem of the day is Nature xlix.

Besides the autumn poets sing,
A few prosaic days
A little this side of the snow
And that side of the haze.

A few incisive mornings,
A few ascetic eves,—
Gone Mr. Bryant’s golden-rod,
And Mr. Thomson’s sheaves.

Still is the bustle in the brook,
Sealed are the spicy valves;
Mesmeric fingers softly touch
The eyes of many elves.

Perhaps a squirrel may remain,
My sentiments to share.
Grant me, O Lord, a sunny mind,
Thy windy will to bear!1

This poem is in honor of yesterday’s snow squall. Also, I like squirrels, or as they say in Italian, gli scoiattoli.

  1. Emily Dickinson. The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson. Little, Brown, and Company. (1929) 

POTD: The Single Hound 23

Day 3. Today’s poem of the day is The Single Hound xxiii.

The suburbs of a secret
A strategist should keep,
Better than on a dream intrude
To scrutinize the sleep. 1

I like this one because it’s about being a good friend and also maybe about sleep. I don’t think it’s wholesale correct, but it does rhyme.

  1. Emily Dickinson. The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson. Little, Brown, and Company. (1929) 

POTD: Nature 30

Day 2. Today’s poem of the day is Nature xxx.

The wind tapped like a tired man,
And like a host, “Come in,”
I boldly answered; entered then
My residence within

A rapid, footless guest,
To offer whom a chair
Were an impossible as hand
A sofa to the air.

No bone he had to bind him,
His speech was like the push
Of numerous humming-birds at once
From a superior bush.

His countenance a billow,
His fingers, if he pass,
Let go a music, as of tunes
Blown tremulous in glass.

He visited, still flitting;
Then, like a timid man,
Again he tapped—‘t was flurriedly—
And I became alone. 1

I like this one because it’s about the weather.

  1. Emily Dickinson. The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson. Little, Brown, and Company. (1929) 

POTD: Life 124

Day 1. Today’s poem of the day is Life cxxiv.

Remembrance has a rear and a front,—
‘T is something like a house;
It has a garret also
For refuse and the mouse,

Besides, the deepest cellar
That ever mason hewed;
Look to it, by its fathoms
Ourselves be not pursued.1

  1. Emily Dickinson. The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson. Little, Brown, and Company. (1929)