Tuesday, 9 August 2011

Coffee, Anyone?

Morning Mélange
Kaas am Markt
2nd District


"THE SUN just touched the morning;
The morning, happy thing,
Supposed that he had come to dwell,
And life would be all spring.

She felt herself supremer,—
A raised, ethereal thing;
Henceforth for her what holiday!
Meanwhile, her wheeling king

Trailed slow along the orchards
His haughty, spangled hems,
Leaving a new necessity,—
The want of diadems!

The morning fluttered, staggered,
Felt feebly for her crown,—
Her unanointed forehead
Henceforth her only one."

Emily Dickinson

Calendula officinalis
Pot marigold in an
old lightblue enamel jam pot
Saturday Farmers Market
© by Merisi


  1. Lovely poem to match lovely photos. I'd like to shop in your Farmers Market.

  2. Great characterization in that poem. One of my faves.

  3. Life IS all spring on your lovely blog!

  4. Ah Vienna, as Ultravox once said! It always looks so beautiful through your eyes, Merisi. And a lovely poem. Thank you :)

  5. Don't you just love "diadems?" I got to see Emily Dickinson's house on the road last year: I felt I was in the presence of greatness.

  6. Love the writings of Emily and I was grumpy for being awake oh so early and then I saw your entry and I smile~

  7. Paz,
    I love farmers markets, always have. The first ones I remember are the Roman markets, Via Salaria, farmers coming in from the fertile countryside around Rome (insalata di campo - wild herbs collected in the meadows, fragolini di bosco - wild strawberries - from Lago di Nemi, in spring the first tomatoes - pink on the inside and oh so good! - from Sicily), then Washington, DC where farmers markets are brimming with the bounty of the southern climate there, now Vienna.

  8. Charles Gramlich,
    whenever I read this poem, upon reflection, I return to reread it because it leaves me always with the impression that I still have not discovered all there is hidden within.

  9. Amelia,
    thank you, how sweet of you to say that!

    that song and that video, sheer genius!
    Vienna is so beautiful and there would be so much more to capture if I only could spend my days wandering and taking pictures.

  10. A Brush with Color,
    I remember, Sue! I enjoyed seeing it through your eyes.
    I am reading Lyndall Gordon's "Lives Like Loaded Guns: Emiliy Dickinson and Her Family's Feuds" and I am ever more falling for her.

    Mary Howel Cromer,
    oh yes, reading Emily is balsam for the soul, isn't she?

  11. Oh, Merisi...I've missed your writings!! I see they're still all I remember!! And Emily Dickinson: one of my all-time favorites~xoxoxoxox

  12. Ah ha!
    Coffee Tuesday has moved to Mondays and rightly so..
    Love the reflections through a glass not-so-darkly...


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