E7 wrote:webenda wrote:E7 wrote:Got it: a genuine imitation digital reproduction of an Emily Bronte nude shot!
Or maybe it's a map of Pittsburgh?
I don't think so, I made that up.
I still think Murph was close.
Maybe Rufus has the next image ready.
I was lampooning the obviously silly answer of Emily Bronte.....we all know without a doubt, that it is Emily Dickinson.
I see your point. Did you get the hint from Murph's teddy bear in the snow like I did?
Emily Dickinson in the snow.
It sifts from leaden sieves,
It powders all the wood,
It fills with alabaster wool
The wrinkles of the road.
It makes an even face
Of mountain and of plain, —
Unbroken forehead from the east
Unto the east again.
It reaches to the fence,
It wraps it, rail by rail,
Till it is lost in fleeces;
It flings a crystal veil
On stump and stack and stem, —
The summer’s empty room,
Acres of seams where harvests were,
Recordless, but for them.
It ruffles wrists of posts,
As ankles of a queen, —
Then stills its artisans like ghosts,
Denying they have been.
--Emily Dickinson