dance #342, emily dickinson’s humming-bird

Friday November 27, 2009

The Humming-bird
by Emily Dickinson

A route of evanescence
With a revolving wheel;
A resonance of emerald,
A rush of cochineal;
And every blossom on the bush
Adjusts its tumbled head, —
The mail from Tunis, probably,
An easy morning’s ride.

9:30 p.m. Lynn recites Emily Dickinson’s poems. We are next to Emily’s house in Amherst, and today we visited the Dickinson Homestead and the house next door where Emily’s family lived. Lynn recites several poems over the course of the day. The dance is her poised by the fireplace, eyes aflame and intense. She recites a poem about a hummingbird. Emerald resonances. Lynn’s body and mouth and eyes a conduit for the words. The poem rises up from deep inside her bones. The day was filled with rain and cold.

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~ by nmyers on November 29, 2009.

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