Wednesday, May 2, 2012

Poetry Wednesday, Vol. 113

"Why do I love" You, Sir?
The Wind does not require the Grass
To answer—Wherefore when He pass
She cannot keep Her place.

Because He knows—and
Do not You—
And We know not—
Enough for Us
The Wisdom it be so—

The Lightning—never asked an Eye
Wherefore it shut—when He was by—
Because He knows it cannot speak—
And reasons not contained—
—Of Talk—
There be—preferred by Daintier Folk—

The Sunrise—Sire—compelleth Me—
Because He's Sunrise—and I see—
I love Thee— 
Emily Dickinson


To the husband, who is faithful and true, loving and generous, hardworking and self sacrificing, the best husband and papi we could ask for.


1 comment:

Beth Hanna said...

I´m not much of a poetry person, as you know, so sometimes I don´t even understand them! Like this one! But, I´m tryin´! It´s a sweet ode to someone you love, right??