I held a jewel in my fingers
And went to sleep.
The day was warm, and winds were prosy;
I said: “‘T will keep.”
I woke and chid my honest fingers, –
The gem was gone;
And now an amethyst remembrance
Is all I own.
~ The Lost Jewel by Emily Dickinson (American, 1830 – 1886)
Nothing is forever. And sometimes if we refuse to let go, we end up losing it eventually.
Have a great weekend Narelle.
Interesting. I get your reading of the poem and see I was reading it differently. I was reading it as a call — wake up! pay attention! — for something precious is in danger of being neglected. I see my reading is exactly correlated with something I’m dealing with at present. Classic!
Have a sunny and bright weekend, Ms B.
Nothing is forever…except LOVE & Memories. Love Mr. Dickinson.
Have a great weekend, dear :) Xx
I have a postcard which gives a variation of this, “nothing is forever except love and music”. This word remembrance … is it not the sweetest? Like Shakespeare’s “When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past ..”
Have a magic weekend, you gorgeous Minnesota woman xx
Never cling too tightly to anything. Even Love. However I I have loved Emily forever. .There is always something so vulnerable about her writing.
Well said, about the vulnerability.