I woke this morning immediately more alert than usual.

I’m like a farmer or politician who wakes on harvesting day. After struggle and worry throughout planting season, I’m ready for “the Velvet Product — ” in the following poem by Emily Dickinson.  Eternal forces reassure the farmer. Dissatisfaction, “A Homelier — maturing — ” is a less reassuring force, though equally exacting, in the election process, or to secret, personal striving.

There are two Ripenings —

One — of Sight — whose Forces spheric wind

Until the Velvet Product — 

Drop, spicy, to the Ground — 

 

A Homelier — maturing — 

A Process in the Bur — 

That Teeth of Frosts, alone disclose — 

On far October Air — 

Anyone can see peaches and other fruit ready to “Drop, spicy, to the Ground — ”.  Contemporary upheavals in finance, war, ethics and international relations, “A Process in the Bur — ” will effect what “Teeth of Frosts, alone disclose — ” when leaders emerge from the USA election of 2008. Like a doonesbury comic strip, we’ll either enjoy or cringe over the outcome.

As is customary, the poem uses worldwide realities as mere tools for the private individual who wants to pay attention to his or her own cycles of change. The poem implies that nature’s (and public?) “ripenings” are important as instruments to examine questions of personal development.

“A Homelier — maturing — ” disputed by conditions in the soul, suggests the possibility of failure if “far October” takes root there.

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