Emily Dickinson’s poem “Split the Lark” refers to the “scarlet experiment.” I had to look up that reference. It is a term applied to when scientists destroy a bird or any creature in order to learn more about it. As Emily says, you can’t find the music inside the bird.
“Split the Lark – and You’ll find the Music –
Bulb after Bulb, in Silver rolled –
Scantily dealt to the Summer Morning
Saved for your Ear, when Lutes be old –
Loose the Flood – you shall find it patent –
Gush after Gush, reserved for you –
Scarlet Experiment! Skeptic Thomas!
Now, do you doubt that your Bird was true?”
I have been writing my daily poems on this site for 8 months. I am into the ninth month with four months left in this yearlong practice.
This site doesn’t get big numbers of visitors. I write several other blogs and one, Serendipty35 about technology and learning, regularly gets 2-4 million “hits” per month. My Weekends in Paradelle site has far less activity, but I’m happy that those longer weekend essays have had over 243,000 visitors in its online life.
Writing the Day doesn’t get anywhere near either of those sites in visitors. But I probably feel closer to There are two links on the right sidebar that allows someone to follow the poems if you also have a WordPress blog and you can also reblog any of the poems. Another widget let’s you “subscribe” by eNine Months8 months of poems; 4 months to gomail to the poems and currently 997 people are getting that email. I suppose those folks don’t visit the site, but read the poems in their email.
Of course, I am happy, as are all poets, that anyone reads the poems and I will continue the ronka poem project for September, October, November and December as long as I remain on the planet and have Internet access.
I checked the stats behind the site today on which poems have had the most hits during the year. (Another widget on the sidebar tells me/you which poems have been popular today.) I embarrassingly admit that when I looked at the list of the top ten posts, I had forgotten what several of the titles were about. Some titles bring the poem right back to me – her photo, Emily Dickinson’s poems, reading Moby Dick. I had to click a few and reread them though to recall what I had written. (Don’t tell my wife that I forgot that “35 Years” was our anniversary poem. At least I remembered our anniversary.)
Thinking some poems will come from dreams,
the journal is always beside the pillow,
but what comes are words: fingers groping,
a locked door, woman in the shower –
Dreams are the notebooks for poems unwritten.
Day book, night book, pillow book, diary.
A collection of poems written in sunlight,
moonlight, electric light, candlelight and in darkness.
This volume of mine waits for dreams
to be remembered, days to be told.
Sei Shōnagon, author of The Pillow Book, a book of observations and musings recorded by her during her time as court lady to Empress Consort Teishi during the 990s and early 11th century in Heian Japan. The book was completed in the year 1002.