Ron Price
09-05-2005, 02:30 AM
I find I can take off on my own poetic flight with Emily as mentor.-Ron
THE BANK WITHIN
Who goes to dine must take his Feast
Or find the Banquet mean-
The Table is not laid without
Till it is laid within.
-Emily Dickinson, Number 1223.
The solid earth it hugs me close,
some call it gravity.
It keeps my feet right on the ground
as I gaze to infinity.
I grow accustomed to the dark
when light is put away,
fit my vision and embark
on a casual stroll my way.
‘Tis some evenings of the brain
that are as black as ink,
the mind’s sweet mansions rain
and the emotions sink.
The unknown is our largest need,
contains the worst we fear,
the tenement of wonder
and all we hold so dear.
I built my world of props and spice,
pastes of planks and nails,
futures made of men and mice,
and animals with tails.
I found out quickly this was thin;
life needs a stronger plank,
bridges like this do totter so;
one needs a Solider Bank.
Ron Price
24 June 1995
THE BANK WITHIN
Who goes to dine must take his Feast
Or find the Banquet mean-
The Table is not laid without
Till it is laid within.
-Emily Dickinson, Number 1223.
The solid earth it hugs me close,
some call it gravity.
It keeps my feet right on the ground
as I gaze to infinity.
I grow accustomed to the dark
when light is put away,
fit my vision and embark
on a casual stroll my way.
‘Tis some evenings of the brain
that are as black as ink,
the mind’s sweet mansions rain
and the emotions sink.
The unknown is our largest need,
contains the worst we fear,
the tenement of wonder
and all we hold so dear.
I built my world of props and spice,
pastes of planks and nails,
futures made of men and mice,
and animals with tails.
I found out quickly this was thin;
life needs a stronger plank,
bridges like this do totter so;
one needs a Solider Bank.
Ron Price
24 June 1995