Sun Story

In celebration of the eclipse, a lovely poem:

I’ll Tell You how the Sun Rose

Emily Dickinson

I’ll tell you how the sun rose, –
A ribbon at a time.
The steeples swam in amethyst,
The news like squirrels ran.

The hills untied their bonnets,
The bobolinks begun.
Then I said softly to myself,
“That must have been the sun!”

But how he set, I know not.
There seemed a purple stile.
Which little yellow boys and girls
Were climbing all the while

Till when they reached the other side,
A dominie in gray
Put gently up the evening bars,
And led the flock away.

Inspired by the sun, the moon, and steeples bathed in ameythyst, let’s all write on!



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3 Responses to Sun Story

  1. Ethel says:

    Lovely. I’m getting ready to sit outside and meditate during eclipse time Have a sweet serene day

  2. Bing Chang says:

    Sun Eating Dragon
    Bing Chang – 8/21/2017 2:44 PM

    The holes of my colander did not lie.
    They caught the image of the dragon in the sky.
    The beast bit the sun with a loud cry.
    Taking out my big metal pot for a scare-tactic try,
    My earnest banging worked, and the sun did not die.
    The dragon spit out the sun which again flies high.

  3. Hi Bing,

    Thank you so much for sharing this wonderful poem!
    How lovely that you caught your feelings as they
    were on the wing — right in the moment.

    Write on,

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