“Flowers –to keep the Eyes–from going awkward
When it snows–A Bird if they prefer–Though Winter Fire–sing clear as Plover–to our ear– From Emily Dickinson (91)
It’s almost winter here in Hawaii, and the plovers (kolea) have returned. They seem to find an open bit of grass or beach and stay there, defending their territory. Its as if after all that travel they want to contain their world into definable square footage. Dickinson’s poem is about contentment found in being alone; in simplicity and constraints. Even the plover’s song ( in summer for ED) is seen as a luxury, overwhelming as compared to a winter’s room with a crackly fire. Nowhere to go.
Here in Hawaii, by early May plovers will have lost their golden color and solitary ways. Together, in flocks, will migrate the 2000 miles to Alaska and Siberia. There they nest for another summer season before returning again to Hawaii and other points south and west.
Dickinson writes of contentment in solitude and a forced simplicity that the return of winter brings. Here it is a little unsettling, the seemingly continuous summer- it never gets quite that dark, that cold for the crackling fire and a shelf of books. After being here almost four years now, I am beginning to see feel a change in season, just different, and a hint of contentment from the predictability of the return of the migrating animals-plovers, whales.
Here is the whole poem. Read it slowly as a antidote to to the frantic holiday season.
It's thoughts--and just One Heart (91) Emily Dickinson It's thoughts -- and just One Heart -- And Old Sunshine -- about -- Make frugal -- Ones -- Content -- And two or three -- for Company -- Upon a Holiday -- Crowded -- as Sacrament -- Books -- when the Unit -- Spare the Tenant -- long eno' -- A Picture -- if it Care -- Itself -- a Gallery too rare -- For needing more -- Flowers -- to keep the Eyes -- from going awkward -- When it snows -- A Bird -- if they -- prefer -- Though Winter fire -- sing clear as Plover -- To our -- ear -- A Landscape -- not so great To suffocate the Eye -- A Hill -- perhaps -- Perhaps -- the profile of a Mill Turned by the Wind -- Tho' such -- are luxuries -- It's thoughts -- and just two Heart -- And Heaven -- about -- At least -- a Counterfeit -- We would not have Correct -- And Immortality -- can be almost -- Not quite -- Content --