A poem by Emily Dickinson. This is my grandma’s favorite poem which makes it mine too. She knows it by heart and has recited it to me for as long as I can remember
Sacred Emily - Gertrude Stein
Gee, You’re So Beautiful That It’s Starting to Rain - Richard Brautigan
Precious Lord - John Taggart
Goodtime Jesus - James Tate
i'm a real sentimental, nostalgic person so the idea of finding meaning in the winter sun or being moved by the way the light falls is very familar.
(the analysis i wrote on this poem made my literature teacher cry)
Just found one of these in my childhood bedroom. I remember being entranced by the photos in these books. I wanted so badly to step into the pages and enter each little world.
