where the writers are
"Her face was in a bed of hair," Dickinson, the visual
Norwood Church Road graveyard, Virginia

At the little church in Norwood, babies from the 1800's are scattered in the graveyard.  The railroad transplanted some.

I didn't understood Emily Dickinson's line until now:  "Her face was in a bed of hair..."   We laughed in poetry class about that line, thinking it was very sexual.  Well, it is.  

But now, in front of me, I see the infants' graves.  Dickinson's line was very literal.  The photo is self-explanatory. 

Comments
4 Comment count
Comment Bubble Tip

Hi Marilyn-this is very

Hi Marilyn-this is very interesting. Did you take the photograph? Mary

Comment Bubble Tip

Hi Mary, Yes, I did take the photo.

You're a mind-reader. I was just thinking of posting another photo of a child grave. They must be everywhere in these country churchyards from the 1830's. Yellow fever, maybe. I'll find out more of the local history.

Yours in poetry, Marilyn

Ps. I'll see the Virginia Center people tomorrow--they are coming here to The Porches for lunch.
Shall I ask about a discount for you to go to Auvillar? What would it take from your perspective to make the workshop possible? Let me know if you are interested. Marilyn

Comment Bubble Tip

Child grave

Hi Marilyn, great photograph! You should submit it somewhere... Yes, I think about Auvillar but don't know if I am quite up to scratch for that kind of thing. The old Irish self doubting thing creeps in big time and well to be honest, I pretty much freeze up. Thanks anyway for asking. Take more pictures! M

Comment Bubble Tip

Mary, I hear you--

You don't need to decide this right this second. But trust me that I would not let you fall. I can tell from your blogs that you can write with force and delicacy.

So, just think about it.

You are kind to encourage the photographer in me! Cheers, Marilyn