“Heaven” is what I cannot reach!”
The Apple on the Tree –
Provided it do hopeless – hang –
That – “Heaven” is – to Me!
The Color, on the cruising cloud-
The interdicted Land –
Behind the Hill – the house behind-
There – Paradise – is found!
Her teazing Purples – Afternoons –
The credulous – decoy –
Enamored – of the Conjuror –
That spurned us – Yesterday!
Emily Dickinson, Fascicle Fourteen Sheet two (CM edition)
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I find it interesting how she says, “Behind the Hill – the house behind”, instead of “The house On the Hill. Behind the hill, insinuates a humble dwelling. She is not saying, “A Mansion On a Hill. Paradise is found in humble moments. Growing a Mammoth Sunflower, planting an apple tree, petting an animal, a child’s smile, etc.
These moments we want to burn into our memory so we take photographs, trying to capture “the Conjuror- That spurned us yesterday!”. But shrunken down into a phone or a 2 dimensional piece of paper, the photo is usually always a disappointment like much of reality can be.
Reality is hard and tough, but, imagine we bite into this apple and paradise is found. No more wars, no more environmental destruction, no more gun violence, no more violence in general.
Knowing it is possible, change can happen, even if small, even if it is just dangling from a tree. “The credulous decoy-”. The hope that spurned us yesterday will continue to spur us on to make another small change. Until one day we finally have a woman president! Until one day animals no longer go extinct. Until one day everyone is fed and no children grow up on trash https://pondellart.com/?p=2542. We put down our politics and our guns, and being armed means you have arms to hug.