“The Props assist the House” (729) by Emily Dickinson [w/ Audio]

The Props assist the House
Until the House is built
And then the Props withdraw
And adequate, erect,
The House support itself
And cease to recollect
The Augur and the Carpenter –
Just such a retrospect
Hath the perfected Life –
A Past of Plank and Nail
And slowness – then the scaffolds drop
Affirming it a Soul –

DAILY PHOTO: Revenue Survey Offices, Bangalore

Camouflage [Senryū]

tree, wrapped in vines,
shape broken & trunk hidden;
an attempt to blend?

Lament 4 [感遇四] by Zhang Jiuling [张九龄] [w/ Audio]

South of Yangtze, stands of red tangerine
Can endure winter while remaining green.
Is it that the weather there is so warm?
No. Their nature 's to bear a winter storm.
What might well serve the joyful traveler
Will be loathsome peril to passengers.
Fate factors in chance and situation --
Not playing around in cyclic rotation.
You may cultivate crops however you please,
But should heed shade thrown by mountains & trees.

This is the fourth poem in 300 Tang Poems [唐诗三百首] and the final poem of a quartet that opens that collection. The original in Simplified Chinese is:

江南有丹橘, 经冬犹绿林;
岂伊地气暖? 自有岁寒心。
可以荐嘉客, 奈何阻重深!
运命惟所遇, 循环不可寻。
徒言树桃李, 此木岂无阴?

PROMPT: Name Change

Daily writing prompt
If you had to change your name, what would your new name be?

Sam I. Am. It rhymes. It’s easy to remember. It’s short. It’s not pretentious, like Reginald B. Farnsworth IV. What more could one ask for?

Dizzying [Haiku]

mountain trail:
kicked stone sails, then drops...
out of sight.

DAILY PHOTO: Amantani Island Jetty

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“Romance” by Edgar Allan Poe [w/ Audio]

Romance, who loves to nod and sing,
With drowsy head and folded wing,
Among the green leaves as they shake
Far down within some shadowy lake,
To me a painted paroquet
Hath been—a most familiar bird—
Taught me my alphabet to say—
To lisp my very earliest word
While in the wild wood I did lie,
A child—with a most knowing eye.
Of late, eternal Condor years
So shake the very Heaven on high
With tumult as they thunder by,
I have no time for idle cares
Through gazing on the unquiet sky.
And when an hour with calmer wings
Its down upon my spirit flings—
That little time with lyre and rhyme
To while away—forbidden things!
My heart would feel to be a crime
Unless it trembled with the strings.

Prompt: Chocolate Bar

Describe your dream chocolate bar.

Dark chocolate (not too bitter) with whole almonds.