Monday, 1 March 2010

Against The Dearth Of Monday Poems


Dear March, come in!
How glad I am!
I looked for you before.

Put down your hat—
You must have walked—
How out of breath you are!

Dear March, how are you?
And the rest?
Did you leave Nature well?

Oh, March,
come right upstairs with me,
I have so much to tell!

I got your letter, and the bird’s;
The maples never knew
That you were coming,—I declare,
How red their faces grew!
But, March, forgive me—
And all those hills
You left for me to hue;
There was no purple suitable,
You took it all with you.

Who knocks? That April!
Lock the door!
I will not be pursued!
He stayed away a year, to call
When I am occupied.
But trifles look so trivial
As soon as you have come,
That blame is just as dear as praise
And praise as mere as blame.
(Emily Dickinson)

Photographed Saturday Morning
at Café Savoy
Next to the Naschmarkt
Linke Wienzeile 14

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Images
© 2010 by Merisi


24 comments:

  1. I needed this today--perfect timing, cara Merisi!

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  2. Non c'è di che, Giulia,
    my pleasure! :-)

    I was very busy yesterday and today cleaning out old paper files and creating a new, hopefully more efficient filing system. I had promised myself to only work on today's post after I had finished that *sweet* job. Then there was dinner to cook and by the time I sat down to play with my blog, I thanked the good graces up there that I could finally sit down!

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  3. I can never see too many photos of cups of coffee---especially if they are loaded up with whipped cream.
    Thanks!

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  4. You are welcome, FRESCA! :-)

    That was not my coffee. I indulge in all sorts of sins, but on my coffee I prefer milk foam. The waiter held on for a moment for me to take the picture before he served those whipped cream beauties to his customers. ;-)

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  5. I open Merisi and always encounter a strong, elegant breath of fresh air...
    Ahhhhh...

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  6. So charming! You keep showing me ED poems I never knew. And the photos are, of course, exquisite!

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  7. A beautiful combination of pictures and poetry.

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  8. THe cup with Mozart's silouhette looks fabulous

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  9. What a lovely blog! I read the comment you left in Vicki's blog about the increasing gap between the rich and the poor, and since I agree completely with each of your words, although I live in the other corner of the world, I was pushed to coming here. I also love poetry and like Emily Dickinson a lot. Greetings from Argentina.

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  10. A sweet poem for a nice new month...Happy week, dear Merisi.

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  11. this was so lovely..thank you..

    what a great way to start March and the promise of Spring..

    sending love,
    kary
    xxx

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  12. Beautiful images

    Magical poem

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  13. Gotta love Miss Emily! Thank you for sharing this poem and your beautiful photos. I liked the Mozart coffees best also.

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  14. the filigree work is amazing. And the gilting.

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  15. Your photography and poetry used is like a refreshing daily breeze. I have been ill for a couple of days, and had missed your entries. The whipped creame looks like the homemade kind, dreamy~

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  16. ParisBreakfasts,
    merci beaucoup for your kind words! :-)


    Vicki Lane,
    could it be because I first encountered Emily Dickinson in Italian?

    Caro Marzo - Entra -
    Come sono felice -
    Ti aspettavo da tanto -
    Posa il Cappello -
    Devi aver camminato -
    Come sei Affannato -
    Caro Marzo, come stai tu, e gli Altri -
    Hai lasciato bene la Natura -
    Oh Marzo, Vieni di sopra con me -
    Ho così tanto da raccontare -
    Ho avuto la tua Lettera, e gli Uccelli -
    Gli Aceri non sapevano che tu stessi arrivando -
    L'ho annunciato - come sono diventati Rossi -
    Però Marzo, perdonami -
    Tutte quelle Colline che mi lasciasti da Colorare -
    Non c'era Porpora appropriata -
    L'hai portata tutta con te -

    Chi bussa? Ecco Aprile -
    Chiudi la Porta -
    Non voglio essere incalzata -
    È stato via un Anno per venire
    Ora che sono occupata -
    Ma le inezie sembrano così banali
    Non appena arrivi tu

    Che il Biasimo è caro come la Lode
    E la Lode effimera come il Biasimo -

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  17. Wandring Star,
    thank you! :-)


    Mélanie,
    I smiled when I saw this gaudy mug! ;-)


    Cecilia,
    thank you,
    and welcome to my blog! :-)

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  18. Bridget,
    what's more to love, Emily's witty mastery of words of the arrival of March? ;-)


    My Farmhouse Kitchen,
    you are welcome, Kary! :-)



    Debbie Egizio,
    reading Emily is always a magical experience, isn't it?

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  19. ds,
    I agree about ED! :-)
    Imagine the fun she'd have had with that cup. *smile*

    Charles Gramlich,
    have you clicked on the Café Savoy label for images of the room as a whole? It is unique.

    Mary Howell Cromer,
    so good to see you back,
    all my best wishes!

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  20. Beautiful Merisi, the photos and the poem. May the sunshine arrive and stay for you!

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  21. what a wonderful poem! thank you for sharing! have a wonderful week!
    best
    masy

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  22. Missing Cafe Melanges this morning. Wonder if I could hop a plane this mornng and still be back to pick up the kids this afternoon ;)

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  23. Your poem choice is perfection! As is that Viennese hot chocolate that I am lusting after . . .

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  24. Beautiful surroundings, lots of walks and a wonderful tasting cafe/chocolate.. now that is what all girls need. :-)

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