Another Poem

Had I not seen the Sun
I could have borne the shade
But Light a new Wilderness
My Wilderness has made -

Emily Dickinson, c.1872

I'm feeling languid and pleasantly useless, with my study scattered with half-finished water colours and my bed lumpy with poetry anthologies. I made my tea this morning and got back into that warm, welcoming nest, only to stub my toe against Emily Dickinson and Wallace Stevens. Ow.