Wednesday, 21 July 2010

Viennese Escapes

I know some lonely houses off the road
A robber 'd like the look of, --
Wooden barred,
And windows hanging low,
Inviting to
A portico,
Where two could creep:
One hand the tools,
The other peep
To make sure all's asleep.
Old-fashioned eyes,
Not easy to surprise!

How orderly the kitchen 'd look by night,
With just a clock, --
But they could gag the tick,
And mice won't bark;
And so the walls don't tell,
None will.

A pair of spectacles ajar just stir --
An almanac's aware.
Was it the mat winked,
Or a nervous star?
The moon slides down the stair
To see who's there.

There's plunder, -- where?
Tankard, or spoon,
Earring, or stone,
A watch, some ancient brooch
To match the grandmamma,
Staid sleeping there.

Day rattles, too,
Stealth's slow;
The sun has got as far
As the third sycamore.
Screams chanticleer,
"Who's there?"
And echoes, trains away,
Sneer -- "Where?"
While the old couple, just astir,
Fancy the sunrise left the door ajar!

The Lonely House
by Emily Dickinson


I found the lonely house
early one summer morning
driving over the hills between
two lakes, Attersee and Traunsee
Upper Austria

© 2010 by Merisi


  1. Well I, for one, am glad you found the lonely house, Merisi. A perfect combination of words and images.

  2. Wonderful marriage of poem and pictures - but dig those old bicycle flower holders!!

  3. How exquisitely restful the photos of this old homestead are...I think everyone who sees them must wish she were there!

  4. Summer on your pictures is so relaxing

  5. So picturesque and charming a place~

  6. A perfect poem to accompany the photos. I too name some of the houses I walk past during my days.

  7. What a delilghtful house - perfect for an escape. I heart it :)

  8. Beautiful! I love that area around the lakes. Your choice of words always fascinates me.

  9. I didn't recognize the Emily D. poem -- it fit so well with your pictures that I thought it was your own!

    And lovely pictures they are!

  10. You have a way of capturing that which cannot be put in words.
    The pictures themselves must be seen, and the head, nodded.

  11. I adore that house! There's one that looks quite like it up the road from me at a Ukrainian heritage historical village, only that one has a thatched roof. It's my favorite building in the whole village.

  12. Thank you, thank you all for your kind and generous comments! They mean the world to me, they really do.

    I wanted to put this Emily Dickinson poem to pictures for a long time. I photographed the one or other house, hoping to be able add some interiors too one day, but yesterday I simply decided that enough of waiting, I'll just do it. It puts a smile on my face to see that you enjoyed it as much as I do! Thank you!

  13. Just got around to reading this....

    What a lovely poem to go with your beautiful images! Emily Dickinson is one of my favorites.

  14. Lovely photos ... so enchanting! I wan tot go there!


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