"I write music with my mouth — first lyrics, then song, then rhythm."
Tato Laviera, Nuyorican Poets, RIP : 1951-2013

Photo by Rebecca Beard

"I write music with my mouth — first lyrics, then song, then rhythm."

Tato Laviera, Nuyorican Poets, RIP : 1951-2013


Photo by Rebecca Beard


SAFE IN THEIR ALABASTER CHAMBERS

On this day in 1862, Emily Dickinson’s poem “Safe in their Alabaster Chambers” was published in the Springfield Daily Republican. This was the second of only a handful of poems published in Dickinson’s lifetime, all of them anonymously and, most think, without her knowledge.

Safe in their alabaster chambers,
Untouched by morning and untouched by noon,
Sleep the meek members of the resurrection,
Rafter of satin, and roof of stone.

Light laughs the breeze in her castle of sunshine;
Babbles the bee in a stolid ear;
Pipe the sweet birds in ignorant cadence, ——
Ah, what sagacity perished here!

Grand go the years in the crescent above them;
Worlds scoop their arcs, and firmaments row,
Diadems drop and Doges surrender,
Soundless as dots on a disk of snow.


A beauty is not suddenly in a circle. It comes with rapture. A great deal of beauty is rapture. A circle is a necessity. Otherwise you would see no one. We each have our circle.
- Gertrude Stein

Pictured here with her Alice, photographed by Carl Mydans

A beauty is not suddenly in a circle. It comes with rapture. A great deal of beauty is rapture. A circle is a necessity. Otherwise you would see no one. We each have our circle.

- Gertrude Stein


Pictured here with her Alice, photographed by Carl Mydans


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