tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029797379711350813.post3949967216341200910..comments2024-03-27T11:02:20.107-07:00Comments on the prowling Bee: Of Brussels — it was not —Susan Kornfeldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05384011972647144453noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029797379711350813.post-68769429174868413472023-11-10T10:15:27.130-08:002023-11-10T10:15:27.130-08:00Yesterday I re-read one of my favorite James Schuy...Yesterday I re-read one of my favorite James Schuyler poems on the occasion of what would've been his 100th birthday. The poem has a line comparing fall leaves to oriental carpets that brought this poem to mind. <br /><br />The Bluet<br /><br />And is it stamina<br />that unseasonably freaks<br />forth a bluet, a<br />Quaker lady, by<br />the lake? So small,<br />a drop of sky that<br />splashed and held,<br />four-petaled, creamy<br />in its throat. The woods<br />around were brown,<br />the air crisp as a<br />Carr's table water<br />biscuit and smelt of<br />cider. There were frost<br />apples on the trees in<br />the field below the house.<br />The pond was still, then<br />broke into a ripple.<br />The hills, the leaves that<br />have not yet fallen<br />are deep and oriental<br />rug colors. Brown leaves<br />in the woods set off<br />gray trunks of trees.<br />But that bluet was<br />the focus of it all: last<br />spring, next spring, what<br />does it matter? Unexpected<br />as a tear when someone<br />reads a poem you wrote<br />for him: "It's this line<br />here." That bluet breaks<br />me up, tiny spring flower<br />late, late in dour October.d scribehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08242682202760522439noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029797379711350813.post-89724264243329282282023-10-29T14:00:00.894-07:002023-10-29T14:00:00.894-07:00If an autumn hike in New England passes through a ...If an autumn hike in New England passes through a stand of mature eastern white pine, the soft carpet of needles beneath silent columns gives an unforgettable cathedral-like feeling. It’s possible that the “audience” of ‘Mighty Foot Lights’, F507, are white pines.<br /><br />“Typically, white pines will retain needles for three years, but in autumn, 2-or-3-year-old needles will change color and drop, leaving only the current season’s growth still attached”, [which is why the species is called “evergreen”].<br /><br />https://mortonarb.org/plant-and-protect/tree-plant-care/plant-care-resources/seasonal-needle-drop/#:~:text=Many%20evergreen%20needles%2C%20as%20they,familiar%20with%20this%20natural%20occurrence .<br />Larry Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02810899482852120751noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029797379711350813.post-26388223178030636882023-10-01T11:17:58.390-07:002023-10-01T11:17:58.390-07:00I've noticed this theme quite often in ED'...I've noticed this theme quite often in ED's poems, the observation of nature containing riches "the poorest - could afford". In fact the previous one in the fascicle, "A curious cloud surprised the sky" is a variation on this theme too. <br /><br />The wonderful effect for the reader is to begin to see this richness for herself. The next time I am in a woods covered with pine needles, I will imagine them as carpets finer than those made in Brussels or Kidderminster. ED is the upholsterer of the imagination. d scribehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08242682202760522439noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029797379711350813.post-49558831391951338502023-05-14T07:07:46.848-07:002023-05-14T07:07:46.848-07:00Thank you!
Thank you!<br />Susan Kornfeldhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05384011972647144453noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029797379711350813.post-61402999126968206782023-05-13T15:47:51.033-07:002023-05-13T15:47:51.033-07:00This article has pictures of the Brussels rug: htt...This article has pictures of the Brussels rug: https://www.nytimes.com/2022/10/28/arts/design/emily-dickinson-museum-renovation.htmlAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029797379711350813.post-91620708449252350932023-02-20T18:10:05.865-08:002023-02-20T18:10:05.865-08:00Ah -- now need a picture!Ah -- now need a picture!Susan Kornfeldhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05384011972647144453noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029797379711350813.post-64562419690440334362023-02-18T19:26:44.551-08:002023-02-18T19:26:44.551-08:00Update: the recent Homestead redo includes a livin...Update: the recent Homestead redo includes a living room carpet woven to the specifications of Brussels makers, and milled in Britain. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029797379711350813.post-87256866843960102222014-01-17T17:16:12.486-08:002014-01-17T17:16:12.486-08:00A dun horse is a yellow gray horse with a black ma... A dun horse is a yellow gray horse with a black mane and tail. I think you are right in thinking of pine needles spread as a carpet by the wind. The poem mentions "Pines" (at the very end -- ED doesn't like to make her riddles too easy) and the light brown yellow of pine needles is like the color of a dun horse. Pine needles also have a wonderful scent. And they are "sere" -- dry but a product of the sun.<br /><br /> And if you have seen pine needles that have fallen into a pond or pool -- they float and are pushed by the wind to cover the surface at the leeward edge of the water. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com