Safe in their alabaster chambers...

This is an interesting version of an Emily Dickinson poem...it seems to fuse two versions together. But I miss all of the dashes that come with the last stanza, in other versions

It came from http://academic.brooklyn.cuny.edu/english/melani/cs6/alabaster.html


Safe in their alabaster chambers,
Untouched by morning and untouched by noon,
Sleep the meek members of the resurrection,
Rafter of satin, and roof of stone.

Light laughs the breeze in her castle of sunshine;
Babbles the bee in a stolid ear;
Pipe the sweet birds in ignorant cadence,--
Ah, what sagacity perished here!

Grand go the years in the crescent above them;
Worlds scoop their arcs, and firmaments row,
Diadems drop and Doges surrender,
Soundless as dots on a disk of snow.

Today I drove to little upstate New York towns

and continuously listened to Blonde Redhead's "misery is a butterfly"

thats all I'm going to type

my computer is being funky

star poem

STARS

While we
Know they are
Enormous suns,
Gold lashing
Fire-oceans,
Seas of heavy
Silver flame,

They look as
Though they could
Be swept
Down, and heaped,
Cold crystal
Sparks, in one
Cupped palm.

Valerie Worth