I prayed, at first, a little Girl,
Because they told me to --
But stopped, when qualified to guess
How prayer would feel -- to me --
If I believed God looked around,
Each time my Childish eye
Fixed full, and steady, on his own
In Childish honesty --
And told him what I'd like, today,
And parts of his far plan
That baffled me --
The mingled side
Of his Divinity --
And often since, in Danger,
I count the force 'twould be
To have a God so strong as that
To hold my life for me
Till I could take the Balance
That tips so frequent, now,
It takes me all the while to poise --
And then -- it doesn't stay --
She wrote this circa 1862. This is not to say that this blog is about God or religion or even poetry. This poem is just a marker of a significant time for me; it was the first poem I memorized, it was the first poem I can really, honestly say that I GOT, and it was the inspiration for my first and only 'A+' essay in English 310, a year-long honours seminar. It made me understand why Emily Dickinson is such a big deal, and convinced me that maybe I can do this literature thing. At least I can read and say interesting things about it, if not write any myself.
So this blog will be about my life, which means
- my work towards an undergrad degree in Honours English
- knitting
- reading
- occasionally trying to write (more sporadic ideas that go nowhere than fully formed work)
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