For Every Bird A Nest
poem by: Emily Dickinson
poem by: Emily Dickinson
For every Bird a Nest --
Wherefore in timid quest
Some little Wren goes seeking round --
Wherefore when boughs are free --
Households in every tree --
Pilgrim be found?
Perhaps a home too high --
Ah Aristocracy!
The little Wren desires --
Perhaps of twig so fine --
Of twine e'en superfine,
Her pride aspires --
The Lark is not ashamed
To build upon the ground
Her modest house --
Yet who of all the throng
Dancing around the sun
Does so rejoice?
("Her modest house --- iti-ni-san (one-two-three)" 17 x 12 inches multimedia art quilt.)
2 comments:
You always have something intriguing, something graceful, something inspiring. Lovely piece.
I would love to see your work in person. Lovely.
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