Poems. Series 1 by Emily Dickinson Preface. The verses of Emily Dickinson belong emphatically to what Emerson Longson's called the poetry of the portfolio, something produced absolutely without the thought of publication and solely by way of expression of the writer's own mind. Such verse must inevitably forfeit whatever advantage lies in the discipline of public criticism in the enforced conformity to accepted ways. On the other hand, it may often gain something through the habit of freedom and the unconventional utterance of daring thoughts. In the case of the present author, there was absolutely no choice in the matter. She must write thus, or not at all. A recluse by temperament and habit, literally spending years without setting her foot beyond the doorstep, and many more years during which her walks were strictly limited to her father's grounds, she habitually concealed her mind, like her person, from all but a very few friends. And it was with great difficulty that she was persuaded to print during her lifetime three or four poems, yet she wrote verses in great abundance. And though rockerously indifferent to all conventional rules, had yet a rigorous literary standard of her own, and often altered a word many times to suit an ear which had its own tenacious vestidiousness. Ms. Dickinson was born in Amherst, Massachusetts, December 10, 1830, and died there May 15, 1886. Her father, the Honorable Edward Dickinson, was the leading lawyer of Amherst, and was treasurer of the well-known college there situated. It was his custom once the year to hold a large reception at his house, intended by all the families connected with the institution, and by the leading people of the town. On these occasions, his daughter Emily emerged from her wanted retirement, and did her part as gracious hostess. Nor would anyone have known from her manner, I have been told, that this was not a daily occurrence. The annual occasion once passed, she withdrew again into her seclusion, and except for very few friends, was as invisible to the world as if she dwelt in a nunnery. For myself, although, I had corresponded with her for many years. I saw her but twice, face to face, and brought away the impression of something as unique and remote as Undyne, or Mignon, or Thecla. This selection from her poems is published to meet the desire of personal friends, and especially of her surviving sister. It is believed that the thoughtful reader will find in these pages a quality more suggestive of the poetry of William Blake than of anything to be elsewhere found. Flashes of wholly original and profound insight into nature and life, words and phrases exhibiting an extraordinary vividness of description and imaginative power, yet often set in a seemingly whimsical or even rugged frame. They are here published as they were written, with very few and superficial changes. Although it is fair to say that the titles have been assigned almost invariably by the editors. In many cases, these verses will seem to the reader like poetry torn up by the roots, with rain and dew and earth still clinging to them, giving a freshness and fragrance not otherwise to be conveyed. In other cases, as in the few poems of shipwreck or of mental conflict, we can only wonder at the gift of vivid imagination by which this recluse woman can delineate by a few touches the very crisis of physical and mental struggle, and sometimes again we catch glimpses of a lyric strain, sustained perhaps but for a line or two at a time, making the reader regret its sudden cessation. The main quality of these poems is that of extraordinary grasp and insight, uttered with an uneven vigor, sometimes exasperating, seemingly wayward but really unsought and inevitable. After all, when a thought takes one's breath away, a lesson on grammar seems no impertinence. As Ruskin wrote in his earlier and better days, no weight nor mass nor beauty of execution can outweigh one grain or fragment of thought. Thomas Wentworth Higginson End of The Preface to Poems, Series 1, by Emily Dickinson Poems, Series 1, by Emily Dickinson Part 1, Life This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Part 1, Life 1, Success Success is counted sweetest by those who never succeed. To comprehend a nectar requires sorus' need. Not one of all the purple hosts who took the flag today can tell the definition so clear of victory as he defeated dying on whose forbidden ear the distant strains of triumph break agonized and clear. Our share of night to bear, our share of morning, our blank and bliss to fill, our blank and scorning, hear a star and there a star, some lose their way, hear a mist and there a mist, afterwards, day. 3, Rouge et Noir Soul wilt thou toss again? By just such a hazard hundreds have lost indeed, but tens have won and all. All's breathless ballad lingers to record the imps in eager caucus raffle for my soul. 4, Rouge Gagni To so much joy, to so much joy if I should fail what poverty, and yet as poor as I have ventured all upon a throw, have gained, yes, hesitated so this side the victory. Life is but life, and death but death, bliss is but bliss, and breath but breath, and if indeed I fail, at least to know the worst is sweet. Defeat means nothing but defeat, no drearier can prevail. And if I gain, oh, gone at sea, oh, bells that in the steeples be, at first repeat it slow, for heaven is a different thing, conjectured and waked sudden in. And might or well me so. 5, Glee, the great storm is over. Four have recovered the land, forty gone down together into the boiling sand. Ring for the scant salvation, toll for the bony souls, neighbor and friend and bridegroom spinning upon the shoals. How they will tell the shipwreck when winter shakes the door till the children ask, but the forty, did they come back no more? Then a silence effuses the story, and a softness the teller's eye, and the children know further question and only the waves reply. 6, if I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain. If I can ease one life from aching, or cool one pain, or help one fainting robin unto his nest again, I shall not live in vain. 7, almost. Within my reach I could have touched, I might have chanced that way, soft sauntered through the village, sauntered a soft way. So unsuspecting violets within the fields lie low, too late for striving fingers that passed an hour ago. 8, a wounded deer leaps highest, I've heard the hunter tell. Tis but the ecstasy of death, and then the break is still. The smitten rock that gushes, the trampled steel that springs, a cheek is always redder, just where the hectic stings.  And your hurt exclaim, 9, the heart asks pleasure first, and then excuse from pain, and then those little anodynes that are dead in suffering, and then to go to sleep, and then, if it should be, the will of its inquisitor, the liberty to die. 10, in a library. A precious, mouldering place, Tis, to meet an antique book, in just the dress his century wore, a privilege, I think. His venerable hand to take, and warming in our own, a passage back or two to make. To times when he was young. His quaint opinions to inspect, his knowledge to unfold, and what concerns our mutual mind, the literature of old. What interested scholars most? What competitions ran when Plato was a certainty, and Sophocles a man? When Sefo was a living girl, and Beatrice wore the gown that Dante defied, facts centuries before. He traverses familiar, as one should come to town, and tell you all your dreams were true. He lived where dreams were sown. His presence is enchantment. You beg him not to go. Old volumes shake their vellum heads, and tantalize, just so. 11, much madness is divinous sense, to a discerning eye. Much sense is the starkest madness. Tis the majority in this as all prevails. Ascent, and you are sane. Dimmer, you're straightway dangerous, and handled with a chain. 12, I asked, No other thing, no other was denied, I offered being for it. The mighty merchant smiled. Brazil, he twirled the button without a glance my way, but madam, is there nothing else that we can show today? 13, Exclusion The soul selects her own society, then shuts the door, on her divine majority, obtrude no more, unmoved, she notes the chariots pausing at her low gate, unmoved, an emperor is kneeling upon her mat. I have known her from an ample nation, choose one, then close the valves of her attention like stone. 14, The Secret Some things that fly there be, birds, hours, the bumblebee, of those noelogy, some things that stay there be, grief, hills, eternity, nor this behooveeth me. There are that resting rise, can I expound the skies, how still the riddle lies. 15, The Lonely House I know some lonely houses off the road, a robert-like look of, wooden bard, and windows hanging low, inviting two, a portico, where two would creep, one hand the tools, the other peep, to make sure all asleep, old-fashioned eyes not easy to surprise, how orderly the kitchen'd look by night, with just a clock. But they could gag the tick, and mice won't bark, and so the walls don't tell, none will. 16, A pair of spectacles ajar, just stir, and almanacs aware, was it the mat-winked, or nervous star? The moon slides down the stair, to see who's there. 17, There's plunder, where, tankard or spoon, earring or stone, a watch, some ancient brooch, to match the grandma, stayed sleeping there. 18, Day rattles too, stealth-slow, the sun has got as far as the third sycamore, screams shanticleer, who's there, and echoes trains away, sneer, where? While the old couple, just a stir, fancied the sunrise, left the door ajar. 16, To fight aloud is very brave, but gallanter I know, who charge within the bosom the cavalry of woe, who win, and nations do not see, who fall, and none observe, whose dying eyes no country regards with patriot love. We trust in plumed procession, for such the angels go, rank after rank, with even feet and uniforms of snow. 17, Dawn, When night is almost done, and sunrise grows so near, that we can touch the spaces. It's time to smooth the hair, and get the dimples ready, and wonder we could care for that old faded midnight, that frighten but an hour. 18, The Book of Martyrs, Read, sweet, how others drove till we are stouter, what they renounced till we are less afraid, how many times they bore the faithful witness till we are helped, as if a kingdom cared. 19, Read then a faith that shone above the faggot, clear strains of him the river could not drown, brave names of men and celestial women passed out of record into renown. 19, The Mystery of Pain, Pain has an element of blank, it cannot recollect when it began, or if there were a day when it was not. It has no future but itself, its infinite realms contain its past, enlightened to perceive new periods of pain. 20, I taste a liquor never brewed, from tankard scooped in pearl, not all the vats upon the rye yield such an alcohol. In abbreviated of air am I, in debauchee of dew, reeling through endless summer days from inns of molten blue. When landlords turned the drunken bee out of the foxglove's door, when butterflies renounced their drams, I shall but drink the more, till seraphs swing their snowy hats and saints to windows run, I see the little tripler leaning against the sun. 21, A Book, He ate and drank the precious words, his spirit grew robust, he knew no more that he was poor, nor that his frame was dust, he danced along the dingy days, and this bequest of wings was but a book. What liberty a loosened spirit brings, 22, I had no time to hate, because the grave would hinder me, and life was not so ample I could finish enmity, nor had I time to love, but since some industry must be, the little toil of love I thought was large enough for me. 23, Unreturning, toward such a little boat that toddled down the bay, toward such a gallant gallant sea that beckoned it away, toward such a greedy, greedy wave that licked it from the coast, nor ever guessed the stately sails my little craft was lost. 24, Whether my bark went down at sea, whether she met with gales, whether to aisles enchanted she bent her docile sails, by what mystic mooring she is held today. This is the errand of the eye out upon the bay. 25, Belchazar had a letter, he never had but one, Belchazar's correspondent concluded and begun, in that immortal copy the conscience of us all can read without its glasses on Revelation's Wall. 26, The brain within its groove runs evenly and true, but let a splinter swerve, towards easier for you, to put the water back when floods have slipped the hills and scooped a turnpike for themselves and blotted out the mills. End of Part 1 of Poems, Series 1 by Emily Dickinson. Part 2, Love. This is the LibriVox recording, all LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information on a volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Part 2, Love 1, Mine. Mine by the right of the white election, mine by the royal seal, mine by the signing the scarlet prison bars cannot conceal, mine here in vision and in veto, mine by the grave's repeal, titled, Confirmed Delirious Charter, Mine While the Ages Steel. 2, Bequest. You left me, sweet, two legacies, a legacy of love, a heavenly father would content, had he the offer of? You left me boundaries of pain, capacious as the sea, between eternity and time, your consciousness and me. 3, Alter, when the hills do, Falter, when the sun, question if his glory be the perfect one. Surfeit, when the daft dildock the dew, even asks herself, Oh friend, I will of you. 4, Suspense. Elzium is as far as to the very nearest room, if in that room a friend await felicity or doom. What fortitude the soul contains, there it can so endure the accent of a coming foot, the opening of a door. 5, Surrender. Doubt me, my dim companion, why, God would be content with but a fraction of the love poured thee without a stint, the whole of me for ever. What more the woman can, say quick, that I may dour thee with last delight I own. 6, It cannot be my spirit, for that was thine before, I seated all of dust I knew. What opulence the more had I, a humble maiden, whose farthest of degree was that she might some distant heaven dwell timidly with thee. 6, If you were coming in the fall, I'd brush the summer by, with half a smile and half a spurn, as housewives do a fly. If I could see you in a year, I'd wind the months into balls and put them each in separate drawers until their time befalls. If only centuries delayed, I'd count them on my hand, subtracting till my fingers dropped into van diemins at land. If certain when this life was out, that yours and mine should be, I'd toss it yonder like a rind and taste eternity. But now, all ignorant of the length of times on certain wing, it goads me, like the goblin bee, that will not state its sting. 7, With a Flower. I hide myself within a flower, that wearing on your breast, you unsuspecting, wear you, and angels know the rest. I hide myself within my flower, that fading into your face, you unsuspecting, feel for me almost a loneliness. 8, Proof. That I did always love, I bring thee proof. That till I loved, I did not love enough. That I shall love will always. I offer thee that love is life, and life hath immortality. This dost thou doubt, sweet? Then have I nothing to show, but cavalry. 9, Have you got a brook in your little heart, where bashful flowers blow, and blushing birds go down to drink, and shadows tremble so? And nobody knows, so still it flows, that any brook is there. And yet your little draft of life is daily drunken there. Then look out for that little brook in March, when the rivers overflow, and the snows come hurling from the hills, and the bridges often go. And later, in August it may be, when the meadows parching lie, but where, lest this little brook of life, some burning noon, go dry. 10, Transplanted. As if some little arctic flower upon the polar hem, went wandering down the latitudes, until it puzzled, came to continents of summer, to fur amendments of sun, to strange bright crowds of flowers, and birds of foreign tongue. I say, as if this little flower to Eden wandered in. What then? Why nothing, only your inference therefrom. 11, The Outlet. My river runs to thee, blue sea, will welcome me? My river waits reply. Oh, see, look graciously. I'll fetch thee brooks from spotted nooks. Say, see, take me. 12, Invane. I cannot live with you. It would be life, and life is over there, behind the shelf. The sexton keeps the key to putting up our life, his porcelain like a cup, discarded of the housewife, quaint or broken. A newer sever's pleases, old one's crack. I could not die with you. For one must wait to shut the other's gaze down. You could not, and I, could I stand by and see you freeze without my right of frost, death's privilege?  They'd judge us, how? For you served heaven, you know, or sought to. I could not. Because you saturated sight, and I had no more eyes for sordid excellence as paradise. And were you lost, I would be, though my name rang loudest on the heavenly fame. And were you saved, and I condemned to be where you were not, that self were held to me. So we must keep apart. You there, I hear, with just the door ajar, the oceans are in prayer, and that pale sustenance despair. Thirteen, renunciation. There came a day at summer's full entirely for me. I thought that such were for the saints, where revelations be. The sun, as common, winter broad, the flowers accustomed blue, as if no soul the solstice passed, that maketh all things new. The time were scarce profaned by speech. The symbol of a word was needless, as at sacrament. The wardrobe of our lord. Each was each the sealed church, permitted to commune this time, lest we too awkward show at supper of the lamb, the hours slid fast, as hours will, clutched tight by greedy hands, so faces on two decks look back, bound to opposing lands. And so, when all the time had failed without external sound, each bound the other's crucifix, we gave no other bond, sufficient troth that we shall rise, deposed at length the grave, to that new marriage justified, through calvaries of love. Fourteen, love's baptism. I'm seated. I've stopped being theirs, the name they dropped upon my face with water in the country church is finished using now. And they can put it with my dolls, my childhood in the string of spools I've finished threading to. Baptized before without the choice, but this time consciously of grace, unto supremus name, called to my fold the crescent dropped, existences whole arc filled up with one small diadem. My second rank too small the first, crowned, crowning on my father's breast, a half unconscious queen, but this time, adequate, erect, with all to choose or to rejoice, and I choose just a throne. Fifteen, resurrection. It was a long parting, but the time for interview had come. Before the judgment seat of God, the last and second time, these fleshless lovers met, a heaven in gaze, a heaven of heavens the privilege of one another's eyes. No lifetime said on them, apparel as the new unborn, except they had beheld born everlasting now. Was bridal error like this? A paradise, the host, and cherubim and seraphim, the most familiar guest. Sixteen, apocalypse. I'm wife, I finished that, that other state. I'm czar, I'm woman now, it's safer so. How odd the girl's life looks behind that soft eclipse. I think the earth seems so to those in heaven now. This being comfort then, the other kind was pain, but why compare? I'm wife, stop there. Seventeen, the wife. She rose to his requirement, drop the playthings of her life to take the honorable work of woman and of wife. If odd she missed in her new day of amplitude or awe, or first perspective of the gold, in using more way. It lay unmentioned as a sea, develops pearl and weed, but only to himself is known the fathoms they abide. Eighteen, apotheosis. Come slowly, Eden. Lips unused to the bashful, siftly jasmines as the fainting bee, reaching late his flower round her chamber hums, counts his nectars, enters, and is lost in balms. End of part two, love of poems, series one by Emily Dickinson. Poems, series one by Emily Dickinson. Part three, nature. This is a LibriVox recording, all LibriVox recordings on the public domain. For more information on a volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Part three, nature. One. New feet within my garden go, new fingers stir the sod, a troubadour upon the elm betrays the solitude, new children play upon the green, new weary sleep below, and still the pensive spring returns, and still the punctual snow. Two. Mayflower. Pink, small, and punctual, aromatic, low, covert in April, candid in May, dear to the moss known by the knoll, next to the robin in every human soul, bold little beauty, bedecked with the nature for swerve's antiquity. Three. Why? The murmur of a bee, a witchcraft yieldeth me. If any ask me why, to her easier to die than tell. The red upon the hill taketh away my will, if anybody's smear, take care, for God is here. That's all. The breaking of the day addeth to my degree. If any ask me how, artists drew me so, must tell. But I could never sell. If you would like to borrow until the daffodil unties her yellow bonnet beneath the village door, until the bees from the clover rose their hawk and sherry draw, why, I will lend until just then, but not an hour or more. Five. The pedigree of honey does not concern the bee. A clover, any time, to him, is aristocracy. Six. A service of song. Some keep the Sabbath going to church. I keep it staying at home, with a boba-link for a chorister and an orchid for a dome. Some keep the Sabbath in surplus. I just wear my wings, and instead of tolling the bell for church, our little sexton sings. God preaches, a noted clergyman, and the sermon is never long. So instead of getting to heaven at last, I'm going all along. Seven. The bee is not afraid of me. I know the butterfly. The pretty people in the woods receive me cordially. The brooks laugh louder when I come. The breezes matter play. Wherefore, mine eyes, thy silver mists, wherefore, oh summer's day. Eight. Summer's armies. Some rainbow coming from the fair, some vision of the world cashmere. I confidently see, or else a peacock's purple train, feather by feather on the plane, furt as itself away. The dreamy butterflies bestir, lethargic pools resume the whir of last year's sundered tune. From some old fortress on the sun, barren old bees march one by one in murmuring platoon. The robins stand as thick today as flakes of snow stood yesterday, on fence and roof and twig. The orcus finds her feather on for her old love, dawn the sun, revisiting the bog. Without commander, countless, still. The regiment of wood and hill, the bright detachment stand. Behold! What multitudes are these? The children of whose turban seas, or what sorsacean land? Nine. The grass. The grass a little has to do. A sphere of simple green. With only butterflies to brood and bees to entertain. And stir all day to pretty tunes, the breezes fetch along, and hold the sunshine in its lap and bow to everything. And thread the do's all night like pearls, and make itself so fine a duchess were too common for such a noticing. And even when it dies, to passing odors so divine, as lowly spices gone to sleep, or amulets of pine, and then to dwell in sovereign barns, and dream the days away, the grass a little has to do, I wish I were the hay. Ten. A little road not made of man, enabled of the eye, accessible to the ill of bee, or cart of butterfly. If town it have, beyond itself, tis that I cannot say, I only sigh. No vehicle bears me along that way. Eleven. Summer shower. A drop fell on the apple tree, another on the roof, a half dozen kissed the eaves, and made the gables laugh. A few went out to help the brook, that went to help the sea, myself conjectured were they pearls, what necklaces could be. The dust replaced in hoisted roads, the birds joccused their sun, and sunshine threw his hat away, the orchids' spangles hung, the breezes brought dejected loots, and bathed them in the glee. The east put out a single flag, and signed the fed away. Twelve. Psalm of the day.  A something in a summer's noon, an azure debt, the worldless tune, a transcending ecstasy, and still within a summer's night, a something so transporting bright, I clap my hands to see, then veil my two inspecting face, less such a subtle, shimmering grace, flutter too far from me. The wizard fingers never rest, the purple brook within the breast, still chafes its narrow bed, still rears the Easter amber flag, guides still the sun along the crag, his caravan of red, like flowers that herd the tale of dews, but never deem the dripping prize awaiting their low brows. Orbeez, that thought the summer's name some rumour of delirium, no summer could for them, or Arctic creatures, dimly stirred by tropic hint, some traveled bird, importing to the wood, or wind's bright signal to the ear, making that homely and severe, contented, known before. The heavenly unexpected came to lives that thought their worshipping a too presumptuous psalm. Thirteen. A Sea of Sunset. This is the land the sunset washes, these are the banks of the Yellow Sea, where it rose or wither it rushes, these are the western mystery. Night after night her purple traffic strews the landing with opal bales, merchant men poise upon horizons, dip and vanish with fairy snails. Fourteen. Purple Clover. There is a flower that bees prefer in Butterfly's desire to gain the purple democrat the hummingbirds aspire, and whatsoever insect pass, a honey bears away, proportion to his several dearth and her capacity. Her face is rounder than the moon, and rudder than the gown of Orcus in the pasture. Or Rhododendron worn. She doth not wait for June before the world is green, her sturdy little countenance against the wind is seen, contending with the grass near Kinsman herself for privilege of sod and sun, sweet litigants for life, and when the hills are full and never fashions blow, doth but retract a single spice of jealousy. Her public is the noon, her providence the sun, her progress by the bee proclaimed in sovereign, swerveless tune. The bravest of the host, surrendering the last, nor even of defeat aware when canceled by the frost. Fifteen. The bee.  His feet are shod with gauze, his helmet is of gold, his breast a single onks, with chrysopraison laid. His labor is a chant, his idleness a tune. Oh, for a bee's experience of clover and of noon. Sixteen. Presentiment is that long shadow on the lawn, indicative that suns go down. The notice to the startled grass that darkness is about to pass. Seventeen. As children bid the guests good night, and then reluctant turn, my flowers raise their pretty lips, then put their nightgowns on. As children caper when they wake, marry that it is mourn, my flowers from a hundred cribs will peep, and prance again. Eighteen. Angels in the early morning may be seen the do's among, stooping, plucking, smiling, flying, to the buds to them belong. Angels when the sun is hottest may be seen the sands among, stooping, plucking, sighing, flying, parched the flowers they bear along. Nineteen. So bashful when I spied her, so pretty, so ashamed, so hidden and leafless lest anybody find. So breathless till I passed her, so breathless when I turned and bore her, struggling, blushing, her simple haunts beyond. For whom I robbed the dingle, for whom I betrayed the dell, many will doubtless ask me, but I shall never tell. Twenty. Two worlds. It makes no difference abroad. The seasons fit the same. The mornings blossom into noons and split their pods aflame. Wild flowers kindle in the woods, the brooks brag all the day. No blackbird baits his jargonning for passing cavalry. Otto d'affay in judgment are nothing to the bee. His separation from his rose to him seems misery. Twenty-one. The Mountain. The Mountain sat upon the plane, in his eternal chair, his observations omnifold, his inquist everywhere. The seasons preyed around his knees, like children round a sire, grandfather of the days as he, of dawn, the ancestor. Twenty-two. A day. I'll tell you how the sun rose, a ribbon at a time, the steeples swam in empathist, the news like swirls ran, the hills untied their bonnets, the boba-links begun, then I said softly to myself, that must have been the sun. But how he set, I know not. There seemed a purple style, which little yellow boys and girls were climbing all the while, till when they reached the other side, a dominion gray put gently up the evening bars and led the flock away. Twenty-three. A butterfly's assumption gown in Chris's appraised apartment's hung this afternoon put on. How condescending to descend and be of buttercups the friend in a New England town. Twenty-four. The Wind. Of all the sounds dispatched around, there's not a charge to me, like that old measure in the boughs, that phraseless melody. The Wind does, working like a hand whose fingers brush the sky, then quiver down with tufts of tune permitted gods and me. When winds go round and round in bands and throng upon the door and birds take places overhead to bear them orchestra, I crave him grace of summer bows. If such an outcast be, he never heard that fleshless chant, rise solemn in the tree. As if some caravan of sound on deserts in the sky had broken rank, they knit and passed in seamless company. Twenty-five. Death and life. Apparently with no surprise to any happy flower, the frost beheaded at its play in accidental power. The blonde assassin passes on, the sun proceeds unmoved to measure off another day for an approving god. Twenty-six. It was later when the summer went than when the cricket came, and yet we knew that gentle clock meant not but going home. It was sooner when the cricket went than when the winter came.  Twenty-seven. Indian summers. These are the days when birds come back, a very few, a bird or two, to take a backward look. These are the days when skies put on the old sophistories of June, a blue and gold mistake. Oh, fraud that cannot cheat the bee. Almost the plausibility induces my belief till ranks of seeds their witness bear, and softly through the altered air hurries a timid leaf. Oh, sacrament of summer days. Oh, last communion in the haze permit a child to join sacred emblems to partake. Thy consequent bread to break taste thine immortal wine. Twenty-eight. Autumn. The mourns are meeker than they were. The nuts are getting brown. The berries' cheek is plumper. The rose is out of town. The maple wears a gayer scarf. The field is scarlet gown. Lest I should be old-fashioned, I'll put a trinket on. Twenty-nine. Procluded. The sky is low, the clouds are mean. A traveling flake of snow across the barn through a rut debates if it will go. A narrow wind complains all day how someone treated him. Nature, like us, is sometimes caught without her diet. Thirty. The hemlock. I think the hemlock likes to stand upon a marge of snow. It suits his own austerity and satisfies an awe that men must slake in wilderness or in the desert cloy an instinct for the oar, the bald lapland's necessity. The hemlock's nature thrives on cold. The gnash of northern winds is sweetest nutriment to him. His best Norwegian wines. To satin races he is not. But children on the dawn beneath his tabernacles play. And I have her wrestlers run. Thirty-one. There's a certain slant of light on winter afternoons that oppresses, like the weight of cathedral tunes. Heavenly hurt it gives us, we can find no scar, but internal difference where the meanings are. None may teach you anything. Tis the seal, despair, an imperial affliction sent us of the air. When it comes, the landscape listens. They hold their breath when it goes. Tis like the distance on the look of death. End of Part Three. Nature. Of Poems. Series One. By Emily Dickinson. Poems. Series One. By Emily Dickinson. Part Four. Time and Eternity. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information on how to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Part Four. Time and Eternity. One. One dignity delays for all. One mitered afternoon. None can avoid this purple. None evade this crown. Coach it insures and footmen. Chamber and state enthrong. Bells also in the village as we ride grand along. What dignified attendance. What service when we pause. How do you know what service is when we pause. How loyally at parting their hundred hats they raise. How pomps surpassing ermine when simple you and I present our Mika scooching and claim the rank to die. Two. Too late. Delayed till she had ceased to know. Delayed till in its vest of snow. Her loving bosom lay. An hour behind the fleeting breath. Later by just an hour than death. Oh lagging yesterday. Could she have guessed that it would be. Could but a crier of the glee have climbed a distant hill. Had not the bliss so slow a pace. Who knows but this surrendered face were undefeated still. Oh if there may departing be any forgot by victory in her imperial round. Show them this meek unparalleled thing that could not stop to be a king. Doubtful if it be crowned. Three. Astrakastra. Departed to the judgment a mighty afternoon. Great clouds like ushers leaning creation looking on. The flesh surrendered, cancelled. The body list begun. Two worlds like audiences disperse and leave the soul alone. Four. Safe in their alabaster chambers untouched by morning and untouched by noon sleep the meek members of the resurrection rafter of satin and roof of stone. Light laughs the breeze in her castle of sunshine babbles the bee in the stolid ear.  Ah what sagacity perished here. Grand go the years and the crescent above them worlds scoop their arcs and firmens row diadems drop and dodges surrender soundless as dots on a disk of snow. Five. On this long storm the rainbow rose on this late morn the sun the clouds like listless elephants horizons straggled down. The birds rose smiling in their nests. The gales indeed were done alas how heedless were the eyes on whom the summer shone the quiet nonchalance of death no daybreak can buster the slow archangels syllables must awaken her. Six. From the chrysalis my cocoon titans colors tees I'm feeling for the air a dim capacity for wings degrades the dress I wear a power of butterfly must be the aptitude to fly meadows of majesty concedes and easy sweeps of sky. So I must baffle at the hint and cipher at the sign and make much blunder if at last I take the clue divine. Seven. Setting sail. Exultation is the going of an inland soul to sea houses past the headlands into deep eternity. Bread as we among the mountains can the sailor understand the divine intoxication of the first league out from land. Eight. Look back on time with kindly eyes he doubtless did his best how softly sinks his trembling sun in human nature's west. Nine. A train went through a burial gate a bird broke forth and sang and trilled and quivered and shook his throat till all the churchyard rang and then adjusted his little notes and bowed and sang again doubtless he thought at meat of him to say goodbye to men. Ten. I died for beauty but was scarce adjusted in the tomb when one who died for truth was lain in an adjoining room. He questioned softly why I failed for beauty I replied and I for truth the two were one we breathed and are he said and so as kinsmen met at night we talked between the rooms until the moss had reached our lips and covered up our names. Eleven. Troubled about many things how many times these low feet staggered only the soldierly mouth can tell try can you stir the awful rivet try can you lift the haps of steel stroke the cool forehead hot so often lift if you can the listless hair handle the adamantine fingers never a thimble moor shall wear buzz the dull flies on the chamber window brave shines the sun from the freckled pain fearless the cobweb swings from the ceiling indolent housewife's in daisy's lane. Twelve. Real. I like the look of agony because I know it's true men do not shame convulsion nor simulate a throw the eyes glaze once and that is death impossible to fain the beads upon the forehead by homely anguish strung thirteen the funeral that short potential stir the each can make but once that bustle so illustrious his almost consequence is the eclipsed of death oh thou unknown renown that not a beggar would accept had he the power to spurn fifteen I went to thank her but she slept her bed a funneled stone with nose gaze at the head and foot that travelers had thrown who went to thank her but she slept twist short to cross the sea to look upon her like alive but turning back twist slow fifteen I've seen a dying eye in search of something as it seemed then cloudier become and then obscure with fog and then be soldered down without disclosing what it be was blessed to have seen sixteen refuge the clouds their backs together laid the north begun to push the forest galloped till they fell the lightning skipped like mice the thunder crumbled like a stuff how good to be safe in tombs where nature's temper cannot reach nor vengeance ever comes seventeen I never saw more I never saw the sea yet no eye how the heather looks and what a wave must be I never spoke with God nor visited in heaven yet certain am I of the spot as if the chart were given eighteen playmates God permits industrious angels afternoons to play I met one forgot my schoolmates all for him straight away God calls home the angels promptly at the setting sun I missed mine how dreary marbles after playing crown nineteen to know just how he suffered would be dear to know if any human eyes were near he could entrust his wavering gaze until it settled firm on paradise to know if he was patient part content was dying as he thought or different was it a pleasant day to die and did the sunshine face his way what was his furthest mind of home or God or what the distance say at news that he had human nature on such a day and wishes had he any just his sigh accented had been legible to me and was he confident until ill fluttered or out in everlasting well and if he spoke what name was best what first what one broke off with at the drowsiest was he afraid or tranquil how conscious consciousness could grow to love that was and love to bless to be meet and the junction eternity twenty the last night that she lived it was a common night except the dying this to us made nature different we noticed smallest things things overlooked before by this great light upon our minds italicized as to her that others could exist while she must finish quite a jealousy for her rose so nearly infinite we waited until she passed it was a narrow time too jostled were our souls to speak at length the notice came she mentioned and forgot then lightly as a reed bent to the water shivered scarce and was dead and we we placed the hair and drew the head erect then an awful leisure was our faith to regulate twenty one the first lesson not in this world to see his face sounds long until i read the place where this is said to be be just the primer to a life unopened rare upon the shelf clasped yet to him and yet my primer suits me so i would not choose a book to know then that be sweeter wise might someone else so learn be and leave me just my abc himself could have the skies twenty two the bustle in a house the morning after death is soleness of industries enacted upon earth is sweeping up the heart and putting love away we shall not want to use again until eternity twenty three i reason earth is short and anguish absolute and many hurt but what of that i reason we could die the best fatality cannot excel decay but what of that i reason that in heaven somehow it will be even some new equation given but what of that twenty four afraid of whom am i afraid not death for who is he the porter of my father's lodge as much a bash of me of life poor odd i fear a thing that comprehendeth me in one or more existences at deities decree a resurrection is the east afraid to trust the steadiest forehead as soon impeach my crown twenty five dying the sun kept setting setting still no hue of afternoon upon the village i perceived from house to house towards noon the dusk kept dropping dropping still no dew upon the grass but only on my forehead stopped and wandering in my face my feet kept drowsing still my fingers were awake yet wise a little sound myself unto my seeming make how well i knew the light before i could not see it now tis dying i am doing but i'm not afraid to know twenty six two swimmers wrestled on the spar until the morning sun when one turned smiling to the land oh god the other one the stray ship's passing spider face upon the waters born with eyes in death still begging to raised and hands beseeching thrown twenty seven the chariot because i could not stop for death he kindly stopped for me the carriage held but just ourselves and immortality we slowly drove we knew no haste and i had put away my labour and my treasure too for his civility we passed the school where children play their lessons scarcely done we passed the fields of gazing grain we passed the setting sun we paused before a house that seemed a swelling of the ground the roof was scarcely visible the corny's but amount since then to centuries but each feel shorter than the day i first surmised the horse's heads were toward eternity twenty eight she went as quiet as the dew from a familiar flower not like the dew did she return at that accustomed hour she dropped as softly as a star from out my summer's eve less skillful than leviar it soared to believe twenty nine resurgent at last to be identified at last the lamps upon thy side the rest of life to see past midnight past the morning star past sunrise ah, what leagues there are between our feet and day thirty except to heaven she is not except for angels lone except to some wide wandering bee a flower superfluous blown except for winds provencal butterflies unnoticed as a single dew the on the acre lies the smallest housewife in the grass yet taker from the lawn and somebody has lost the face that made existence home thirty one death is a dialogue between the spirit and the dust dissolve, says death, the spirit sir i have another trust death doubts it argues from the ground the spirit turns away just laying off for evidence an overcoat of clay thirty two it was too late for man but early yet for god creation impotent to help but prayer remained our side how excellent the heaven when earth cannot be had how hospitable then the face of our old neighbor god thirty three when i was small a woman died today her only boy went up from the Potamac his face all victory to look at her how slowly the seasons must have turned till bullets clipped at an angle and he passed quickly round if pride shall be in paradise i never can decide or their imperial conduct no person testified but proud in apparition that woman and her boy passed back and forth before my brain as ever in the sky thirty four the daisy follows soft the sun and when his golden walk is done sits shyly at his feet he waking finds the flower near wherefore marauder art thou here because love is sweet we are the flower thou the sun forgive us if as days decline we nearer steal to thee enamored of the parting west the peace the flight the amethyst night's possibility thirty five emancipation no wrack can torture me my souls at liberty behind this mortal bone their knits a bolder one you cannot prick with saw he is therefore be bind one one will flee the eagle of his nest no easier divest and gain the sky than mayest thou except thyself may be thine enemy captivity is consciousness so is liberty thirty six lost i lost a world the other day has anybody found you'll know it by the row of stars around its forehead bound which man might not notice it yet to my frugal eye of more esteem than ducats oh find it sir for me thirty seven if i shouldn't be alive when the robins come give the one in red cravat a memorial crumb if i couldn't thank you being just asleep you will know i'm trying with my granite lip thirty eight by souls of sanity the shutting of the eye sleep is the station grand down which on either hand the hosts of witness stand mourn is supposed to be by people of degree the breaking of the day mourning has not occurred that shall a roar be east of eternity one with the banner gay one with the red array that is the break of day thirty nine i shall know why when time is over and i have ceased to wonder why Christ will explain each separate anguish in the fair schoolroom of the sky he will tell me what Peter promised and i, for wonder at his woe i shall forget the drop of anguish that scalds me now that scalds me now forty i never lost as much but twice and that was in the sod twice have i stood a beggar before the door of god angels twice descending reimbursed my store burglar, banker, father i am poor once more end of part four time and eternity of poems series one by emily dickinson end of poems series one by emily dickinson redphiliprevox.org by shirt to go


The Craft Foods Company, makers of craft quality foods, presents Harold Perry as the Great Gilder Sleeve. This is a program of special importance because it contains big news for you from the makers of Parquet Margeron. We can't tell you now what the big news is, but just keep tuned to this program. You'll hear all about it before the show is over. Now the Great Gilder Sleeve brought to you tonight by Parquet Margeron. That's P-A-R-K-A-Y. Parquet Margeron made by Craft. This sleeve has been pretty busy lately, what was getting ready for Margerie's wedding at all. But tonight, he set all problems aside, donned his blue search suit and went down to walk his pretty nurse, Catherine Milford, home from the hospital. Man needs a roadmap to find his way around in these hospitals. Let's see, Catherine said she'd meet me on the third floor at the intersection of therapy and pediatrics. Hello, Dr. Gordon. There she is. Hello, Catherine. I'll be just a few minutes. I want to help Dr. Olson with some x-ray pictures. There's a waiting room here if you'd like to sit down. No, I'll just wander around. I'll meet you right here. Yeah, I'll be here. Helping Dr. Olson again, him and his darn x-ray camera. I hope he gets foggy negatives. Wonder why they leave all the doors open here. You can see right in the rooms. That guy doesn't look very sick. Lying in there reading the paper. Wonder what he's in for. He sees me. Hello, how do you feel?  There's something wrong with his liver. Guess I'll go in the waiting room and sit down and see what magazines they have here. Woman's home companion from last October. The odd fellow's annual. Butterick patterns. What a collection. Excuse me, do you mind if I sit down here? What? Oh no, sit right down, madam. Plenty room. It certainly feels good to sit down, doesn't it? Yes, it sure does. Do you know anything about watches? Watches? Well, not very much. I'm in the water business. Well, I'm supposed to meet a friend here at nine o'clock and now my watch has stopped. Maybe you can tell me what's wrong with it. Well, I'm not in the watch business. Yeah, you see, it stopped at five o'clock. She's a genius. It's a good watch. It just won't run. Well, if it's a good watch, it doesn't really matter. Where's Catherine? Yeah, suppose you look at the watch and I'll go out and see what time it is. I'll be right back. Yeah, good. Then I get into these things. Came to a hospital to pick up a nurse and I wind up fixing watches. Little tiny wristwatches. Oop, slipped. Oh, brother, that did it. Right on the marble floor. Well, I'm back. Yeah. Guess what time it is. About your watch. You see, I was just... Oh, did you fix it? Now, wait, I... Well, you did. It's running again. Oh, you're simply wonderful. How'd you do it? Oh, nothing. Just a slip of the wrist. Hey, Throckmorton, shall we go? Oh, Catherine, yeah, let's go. Thank you very much. Yeah, don't mention it. Come along, Catherine. It was very kind of you to wait for me tonight, Throckmorton. Oh, that's all right. I just couldn't tear myself away. It's so interesting watching Dr. Olson work. Oh, it is, eh? The way he handles those intricate machines in X-ray simply fascinating. I can imagine. You can see that he's talented. He has those long, slender fingers. Octopus. I admire men who are skilled with their hands. Don't you, Throckmorton? Well, it'd be kind of embarrassing to admit, Catherine. See, I'm rather clever that way myself. You? Certainly. Handcraft has always been one of my specialties. Yes, indeed. I guess you've never noticed that I have pretty long hands, too. Artistic, a lot of people say. Now, this I never knew about you, Throckmorton. You know what they say, Catherine? Still waters run deep, and I'm a deep river. What do you do? Paint? Carve? No, I like to fix watches. Repair watches? Really, Throckmorton? Well, just as a hobby that is. Remember that lady in the waiting room? Yes. I fixed her little watch as easy as pie. Really? You bet. I'd like to see Dr. Olsen do that. Well, Throckmorton takes a master craftsman to do that kind of work. Where did you learn it? Well, you know how it is with a talent like that. It just sort of comes to you, Catherine, right out of the blue. Oh, this is amazing. Yep. Well, here's my house. If it weren't so late, Throckmorton, I'd ask you in. Well, better luck next time. Watch out for the porch steps? Hmm. Pretty dark. That's all right. If mother hears this, she'll turn on the porch light. In that case, let's go up quietly. I guess mother's asleep. Yeah, bless her little heart. Well, I'll say good night, Throckmorton, and thanks for walking me home. Wait, Catherine. Don't go in yet. I really should. Please, this is the first time I ever said good night to you without the porch light. Throckmorton. Such a beautiful night, Catherine.  Well, I... Please. You haven't told me how marjorie is. How's she getting along with plans for the wedding? The wedding plans are going fine, but let's talk about us. Careful. How's Leroy? Leroy's fine. What's he doing? He's making a wedding present for Marjorie in the basement. Really? Careful. What kind of a present? He's making her a foot stool. Oh, my, that's nice. Catherine. Is he making her foot stool by himself? Oh, my goodness. Catherine, we can talk about Leroy any time. I think it's very commendable that he's making a gift for Marjorie.  Well, I imagine I have taught him a few things. I have a workbench in the basement, and I love to use the tools. Oh, I think that's wonderful.  I know one thing I'm not doing too well. Most of all, Rockmorton, I admire a craftsman who's willing to take the time to help a little boy like Leroy. You do? Uh-hmm. Close your eyes, Rockmorton. They're closed. Hee, hee, hee, hee. She kissed me by George. I am a craftsman. I was just going by, Bertie. I don't suppose Mr. Gildersleeves home? No, ma'am. He's at the office. Is that what I can tell you? something I can tell you well I have a little favor I'd like to ask of him you do it for you miss Milford I'm sure well mr. Gilderslee was telling me last night that he's an expert with tools and machinery come again he has a workshop in the basement I brought over a kitchen knife mothers it's one of her special favorites I have it right here say that it's a good night mothers had it for years wouldn't let anything happen to it and of course I had to drop it on the sink this morning and make a big nick in the blade oh that's too bad I bet your mama got pretty upset she doesn't know about it birdie I sneaked the knife out of the house I wonder if mr. Gilderslee could grind down the edge of the blade and take that nick out of it I don't know but I'll show tell him about it oh I know he can fix it he's so clever about these things yes anybody else to touch it no man well I'll leave the knife with you birdie tell mr. Gilderslee if I'll pick it up tomorrow all right I'll take it down the cell and put on his workbench oh and you can tell him it belongs to mother he'll know it's important yes man thought I'd do a little reading yeah when it comes out of the basement and help me with my F-O-O-T-S-T-U-L-E F-O-O-T-S-T-U-L-E yeah my footstool oh brother how can you make a footstool you can't even spell it Leroy that's just a little orange off the track in case she's listening yes yes come on down the basement we'll have a look at it my boy it's gonna be keen when I get it finished don't Leroy is this a footstool sure I figured it out myself looks to me like steps yeah that's the idea it's a footstool for three different pairs of feet my goodness a three passenger footstool sure I wonder no my boy three is enough now let's see what's holding you up I ran out of money money yeah I built a hole where a hole shouldn't be then I had to buy some putty to fill up the hole now I haven't got enough to buy a putty knife 50 cents I'll turn the trick now just a minute Leroy you can't be running out every five minutes and buying tools will you get it for me that's not the point the real craftsman doesn't have to race down to the hardware store every time he needs some simple little tool he looks around on his workbench so he finds a piece of metal that he makes his own tools are you kidding certainly not gotta use your head my boy being genius that's what makes a clever craftsman now let's look at your little problem you need a putty knife I figured that out already let's see what we have here on the workbench set a Christmas tree lights birdcage flip gun ukulele have to clean this bench up sometime what you're gonna use on well here's something this old kitchen knife just what we need where'd that come from well how should I know simply have to use your eyes and your brain my boy I see the knife has a nick in it so you know what we're gonna do I'll bite very simple you turn the grindstone now grind the end off I'll show you the slickest putty knife you ever saw golly you're a genius huh you bet crank up the grindstone yeah now watch this I'll round out the end yeah we're shaping the tool a little ingenuity a little brain work that's all it takes wait till I tell Catherine about this putty knife and you keep your eyes open my boy you can learn a few things from your old uncle gee I wish I had a little saw saw yeah they hadn't done the hardware now hold on LeRoy give me that old knife again I'll show you another trick but put some teeth on it and make a saw and me the fire LeRoy what a character what is it yeah that's a real craftsman tool my boy and all out of an old kitchen knife round on the end for putty teeth on one edge for sawing and I sharpened the other edge for whittling so is what you can do with a little brain work my boy I'm in the basement very a few shortcuts well speaking of shortcuts miss Gilsey did you find a kitchen knife on your work bench yeah what about it it's supposed to be sharpened up in the neck taken out of it sharpened up about this old kitchen knife birdie old kitchen knife the milford it's her pride and joy Mrs. Milford Zeke the captain brought over this morning it's her mama's special favorite kitchen knife she said you was a craftsman and you could take the neck out of the blade can you do it and I do it I do it be right back remember we're going to have big news for you in just a few minutes have pencil and paper ready so you won't miss a thing it's news big news from parquet margarine the margarine that's so good its makers can afford to say double your money back if you don't agree that parking margarine is the best margarine you ever tasted keep tuned to this program big news for you in just a few minutes this leave is quite a craftsman he managed to take a big kitchen knife with the neck in the edge and with a little fancy work on the grindstone converted into a well it has teeth on one side the cutting edge on the other and it's round on the end pretty clever the only catch is the knife belonged to Catherine's mother why didn't somebody tell me this was mrs. Milford's the way she cherishes everything in her kitchen can't tell Catherine what I've done she couldn't believe I'd be so stupid I don't know though she might one look at this knife and convince her well I have to try to buy another one that's all never mind Leroy I'm just a little kid and I didn't know any better and am glad stop making a mountain out of a molehill I'll buy mrs. Milford another knife and that's all there'll be to it I hope so on for your sake yes yes good luck on goodbye hardware store something like this I never saw a knife like that mr. Gillis leave just prenew me I doubt if anybody else has either well I I made this one no kidding say that's kind of interesting what do you call it well I call it quite a few things here quite a craftsman mr. Gillis leave small storage on one side cutting blade on the other round and rosewood handle yeah but what I'm looking for is the kind of a knife I made it out of I didn't get that the knife I made this out of you see I ground another knife down and reshaped it but now I well oh one of those little mistakes and mr. Gillis leave I'll wait a minute oh I know how it is I'm a married man well I'm not that's right you're not just try and visualize what the knife looked like before you must have one around hmm yes you have one no oh but we didn't have one last year it was that's gonna be a big help as I recall I sold it to judge hooker you know the judge judge hooker sure he'll give it to me hooker is my best friend he better be long underwear better take it easy with the judge not be too anxious to get that knife he finds out I wanted to get up on his high horse that bell why did I ever tell Katharine I was a craftsman machinist can't even cut my own fingernails well gilded hello judge this is an unexpected pleasure gilded what brings you to my house this time of day high tide in the water department now this is just a social visit mind if I come in oh by all means do I simply decided it's been a long time since we saw each other judge oh can't let a fine old friendship like ours wither on the vine now that we've wanted the vine what's the paper that you want to judge I know you gilded what is it what a suspicious mind all I drop by for a judge aside from a friendly visit to see if you had a plain kitchen knife that you bought down at Fred's hardware store last year it's a nice it's not the least bit important judge just thought I'd check with you that's all yes I do have a knife I bought from Fred what about it well it doesn't matter at all but I thought if you wanted to get rid of it yeah oh for Horace if you must know the truth I'm in a very embarrassing position I've got to have that knife before well I made a little mistake Catherine Milford brought one of her mother's best knives over to be sharpened I didn't know it was hers I have worked on a little is that it in your hand that's what's left of it can't let her know I did such a stupid thing judge say that's quite a work of art tea cutting edge round on me and no cracks judge so you want my knife to take back to Mrs. Milford is that it's roughly the idea I'll pay you for a judge after all you've used it for you hate to park with a gilded but as a favor to an old friend I will good old Horace I'll let you have it for just what I paid for a $2 profiteer it's a deal oh judge here's your $2 but guilty if you take my knife what will I use to cut my Pumpernickel that's easy I'll leave you this one that I operated on look here you can slice spread you can do anything with it my with a knife like this I can be a real cut-off pretty sharp an old goat mother's knife I'm in oh what a tangled web we weave when first we practiced to deceive you'll just leave you're gonna be mighty lucky if you squeak out of this one hello okay just stop by to drop off your mother's little knife oh thank you Throckmorton how does it look why it's perfect fact I can scarcely believe it's the same night well little fine machine work makes a big change absolutely marvelous what you can do with tools isn't that the truth thank you Throckmorton your ingenuity saved my life oh save my end to nothing PV just let me sit down here and take a deep breath certainly no charge for that I was just making up some fresh double-digged sandwiches Mr. Gildersley could I interest you and not now PV I just had a very close call you don't say yeah you'll never believe this PV I've just been through an episode of knife juggling that would have turned your hair gray and gay or anything wonder mine isn't fortunately I'm a quick thinker thank I said I'm a quick thinker oh I wasn't sure I ruined the knife that longed to Catherine Milford's mother and I had to move fast PV they put one over on the judge and got a knife away from him that was just like it she never knew the difference pretty trick operation John thank you well you see the judge you'll tell you all about it too bad I had to swindle the old codger that's funny what is the judge was in here a while ago and he said the same thing about you what in fact I bought a knife from him you did what's he doing going into the cutlery business birdie birdie hello mr. Gil sleeve I came down to get some ice cream for something good I love ice cream I'll be with you in a minute birdie as soon as I finish making this sandwich yes by the way mr. PV what kind of night you know I don't know what you call it judge hooker body and I bought it from him for $2 PV that's the one I gave hooker I made it out what I made it out of that knife of mrs. Milford's he had no right to sell that imagined hooker doing a thing like that to a fellow jolly boy if you ask me mr. Gil see that's a mighty fine night you invented me you invented it down in the cell I heard you yes but look at that night the way mr. PV makes them damages with it that's the slickest thing I ever saw what say that's not bad is this really an invention of yours mr. gilsey well I made it PV yes sir that's what mr. gilsey was doing in the basement he was inventing the knife that's right birdie he got a soft tooth edge on one side for cutting bread and got a sharp edge on other side for slicing got around in on it for spreading well that's a knife every woman's gonna walk in her kitchen by George birdie I knew that all the time my mind well since it's my knife PV I really should have it back shouldn't I sell it to you for two dollars two dollars again all right this time it's worth it what you're gonna call your new nice mr. gilsey well how about gildy's blade don't say it yes sir PV and birdie certainly know a good kitchen utensil when they see it and that friends brings me to the news and it's real news because you can get an exact duplicate of that knife gildy invented and it's a sensational bargain listen gildy's blade is really a double-edged knife spatula the first of its kind ever manufactured that's right a three in one kitchen implement that combines the uses of two fine kitchen knives and the spatula all in one and let me describe it basically the knife spatula is a flat blade of mirror finish stainless spring steel one and one-quarter inches wide and seven inches long it's set in a polished imported rosewood handle four and three-quarters inches long overall length is just under a foot about the length of your favorite bread knife one side of the blade has a lifetime serrated edge that never needs sharpening that makes it a superb knife for slicing bread cake fruits vegetables anything you want to slice without crushing and the other side has a hand-honed razor keen straight-edge blade that's a big all-purpose kitchen knife for any kind of cutting pairing or peeling two edges for the same blade two fine kitchen knives in one and then in addition the wide flat springy blade is spatula shaped turns flapjacks fried eggs fried potatoes scrapes and mixes so there you are three implements in one to find kitchen knives and the spatula in one handle why that knife spatula would cost at least two dollars if you could buy it at a store but listen you can get one from us for just 50 cents plus the label or wrapper from any loaf of bread you buy at your dealers and the red end flap of a package of parquet margarine what a bargain remember this knife spatula was invented by gilder sleeve actually has his name on the blade so there's only one way to get it mail your half dollar your bread label or wrapper and the red end flap from a parquet package to craft foods company box five nine three nine Chicago seventy seven Illinois now right down that address craft foods company box five nine three nine Chicago seventy seven Illinois send 50 cents a bread label or wrapper and the red end flap of a package of parquet margarine be sure to include your own name and address and your wonderful knife spatula gildy's blade will be mailed to you immediately and I'll hear again is the great gilder sleeve well folks we had a lot of fun making this knife but it's really a good thing and birdie wasn't kidding use it and enjoy it good night everybody and see you next week the way to leave is played by Harold Perry the show was written by Paul West John Elliott and Andy White with music by Jack Meakin included in the cast for Walter Kentley Lillian Randolph Kathy Lewis Earl Ross and Dick LeGrand this is Jay Stewart saying good night for the craft foods company makers of the famous line of craft quality food products be sure to listen in next Wednesday and every Wednesday for the further adventures of the great gilder sleeve here's a taste test that counts try any meat without mustard then add a golden dab of craft prepared mustard to your next bite taste the difference there are two kinds of craft mustard you know salad mustard delicately spiced for those who like their mustard mild or craft prepared mustard with snappy horseradish added have both on hand for remember this when you add a little mustard you add a lot of tang yet craft prepared mustard have you heard the new break the bank it's neck


The compound ammonia is composed of two elements, nitrogen and hydrogen, and has a ratio of the mass of nitrogen divided by the mass of hydrogen that equals 4.7. So decomposition of the compound ammonia produces 5.1 grams of hydrogen. What's the mass of nitrogen that's produced? So in order to do this problem, we have to remember that it tells us the mass ratio that we want to use is the mass of nitrogen divided by the mass of hydrogen. So if we rearrange that equation, we should have everything we need to find that mass of nitrogen. So let's go ahead and do that. So the mass of nitrogen is going to equal the mass ratio times the mass of hydrogen. So the mass ratio in this problem is 4.7. We're going to multiply that 5.1 grams. Okay, so remember your units of grams here. So if we use the calculator here, what we can see is 4.7 times 5.1. And we're supposed to write that to 26624 grams of nitrogen. Okay, so that's going to be the mass of nitrogen using the law of constant composition. So keep this in mind when you're doing these types of problems. Okay, thank you. Any questions?


So here is my breakfast. I have some yummy raspberries. And then I went ahead and made an English muffin breakfast sandwich. So it's an English muffin ham, pepper jack cheese and an egg. So let me show you what I use to put together my sandwich in case you want to make this at home and we'll go over points and calories. These are the English muffins I use. They're just the or wheat sourdough English muffins. These are four points. This is the ham I hauled in my grocery haul. It was I think Smithfield honey ham. And what I added to my sandwich is one point worth of ham. And then I took one half of a slice of pepper jack or one of these half slices from this Trader Joe's cheese party tray. That is an additional two points. So my breakfast is seven points total and I cannot wait to dig into this. Good morning guys. Happy Wednesday. As you saw, I just had my breakfast. It was absolutely incredible. That breakfast sandwich was so delicious. I am working on my first cup of water.  We have a pretty fun day ahead of us. Lots of good food, a really good dinner recipe. I have a fun unboxing that I thought that I would share with you. I was going to open it up this weekend and I stopped myself even though I was really excited and set it aside so we could do it together today. But before we jump into the rest of our day, I have been getting a lot of questions lately about what vitamins supplements I take. A lot of you have noticed that my hair has gotten really long. It's much, much healthier than it used to be. I'm getting a lot of questions on my skin and how I keep my skin looking a little bit more youthful. So I thought that I would share with you today the supplements that I'm taking. I take them every morning after breakfast. So this is the perfect time. The first thing I do every single day is add collagen to my coffee. So I really like the collagen for her brand. It is new to me. I've been using it now for about a month. I find it to be more effective even than vital proteins. It's about the same price. You can get it a little less expensive than vital proteins. But that is one supplement that I take every single morning in my coffee. It dissolves really well. And collagen is really good for hair, skin, nails, joint recovery. I did an entire video about collagen on my nutrition channel. So I'll link that video down below for you. So that is the first supplement that I take every day.  You guys know that Troy and I both have been taking this probiotic now for several, several months. This is personalized to me based on my gut health test that I sent in to Thrive. I will link the gut health test down below for you. It is 50% off through that link. So I'll put that down below for you guys. But this has been a complete game changer in my overall gut health. It's been a complete game changer in Troy's overall gut health. And I take two tablets one time a day after breakfast. I always like to take supplements after a meal. I just find that it doesn't bother my stomach that way and they can digest and be a little bit more effective more quickly. They're a soft gel capsule, so they're really easy to take. Now, along with my probiotics, I've added in two additional supplements. Just supplements that I felt that I needed on a day-to-day basis. The two supplements I added in are mushrooms. Now, I know that that sounds a little bit weird, but I love mushrooms, first of all. And mushrooms have beneficial health properties. So I have been taking two mushroom supplements from the brand Vida Cap. They are vegan. They are made in the USA. They're gluten-free. They're 100% vegan, paleo-friendly, and they're non-GMO. So I'm really big on making sure that the supplements I take come from the USA just so we can ensure that the ingredients are a little bit better. So the first supplement that I've added to my routine from Vida Cap is the Lion's Mane. Now, this is a supplement for focus, clarity, and mood. I've been taking this now for a couple of weeks and I'm loving it. I have noticed a big increase in not only my focus and clarity, but it's also helped my mood, especially when it's that time of the month and I become a little bit oversensitive and maybe a little bit grouchy. This has really stepped up and helped that out a lot. Every bottle is made with organic, responsibly sourced mushrooms with strict quality assurance using expert technique. Lion's Mane is basically a type of mushroom and it's called that because it has a shaggy appearance, kind of like a Lion's Mane. It's been featured in traditional Chinese medicine for centuries and now it's coming to us in the form of a capsule, which makes it so incredibly easy to take. After harvesting the Lion's Mane mushrooms, they're dried and ground down into a powder, packed with all the nutrients of a natural plant. The capsules contain mycelium, which is the richest part of the fungus. They then infuse the powder into veggie capsules or vegan capsules, making it easy for consumption and suitable for everyone. Some of the potential benefits of the Lion's Mane is boosting your mood, aiding in your digestion and benefiting your heart health. I've definitely noticed that these have made a big difference, like I said, in clarity and in mood, especially if you're someone that suffers from mood swings, maybe depression. This may be a good natural supplement for you to take. Again, it is kind of that gel vegan capsule. I take one of these Lion's Mane capsules every single day as part of my supplement routine. And what I love too about the brand Vitacap is it's 100% natural. So all that is in this gel capsule is 750 milligrams of organic Lion's Mane. That is everything other than the vegan digestible capsule. So this I've been taking every day. And like I said, so far I have been loving it. The other Vitacap mushroom supplement that I've added to my routine, which I have been absolutely loving is Chaga Chaga. I'm not sure exactly how you pronounce it, but this one actually supports metabolic health. And you know I'm on a weight loss journey, a healthy lifestyle journey. So if I can supplement my metabolic health with something natural, along with eating ride and physical activity and exercise, then I'm absolutely here for that. It also supports digestive health, supports youthfulness, and it's a natural antioxidant. I like this paired with my probiotic because both of those items really help put my gut health and my digestive health intact. So these particular mushrooms are grown in a greenhouse under strict supervision. Technically Chaga is not a mushroom at all since mushrooms are fungus. The Chaga produces mushrooms, but they're incredibly difficult to see. They're generally hidden in the tree. And then again, they extract the mycelium to make the product. The Chaga mushrooms are cultivated in Russia where specialists ensure they're exposed to the environment that they need. As the Chaga mushrooms grow in a closed greenhouse, the cultivators can guarantee the right growing conditions. When harvest time comes, the growers painstakingly collect the Chaga mushrooms. They're sun dried, tested for quality, and ground into a fine powder. They add the powder to the capsule and package them into these user-friendly jars. There's said to be many potential ways in which Chaga extract capsules can help. Chaga mushrooms contain an impressive array of bioactive compounds. Chaga mushrooms have been known to reduce inflammation, lower blood pressure. It's filled with vitamins, minerals, and nutrients. And of course it supports digestive and metabolic health. I take two of these per day. They're 750 milligrams per capsule, so basically 1,500 milligrams per day. And like I said, I have noticed immediate results from both the lion's mane and the Chaga. This one can counteract with over-the-counter medications and prescription medications. So make sure you're consulting your physician before you're taking these. But like I said, I take two capsules per day, generally after breakfast, along with my other supplements. These two products have been such beneficial additions to my supplements. I am all about a healthy gut, a healthy lifestyle, losing weight, making sure I'm doing it in a healthy, sustainable way. And of course supplementing my body with things that it may be missing. These I highly, highly recommend. I will link these down below with a discount for you. So if you're interested in checking out the Vitacat brand, they do have several mushroom supplements available. These are just the two that I chose. I will most likely be exploring a lot of their other supplements, seeing how those work for my body. It's all kind of an exploration game to figure out what supplements work best for you. But so far, so good, so far I'm loving these two. I will definitely repurchase. And like I said, I'll do a little more investigating into some of their other supplements. And the last supplement that I take daily is the MyAdventure to Fit Greens in the banana apple flavor. Generally I just dry scoop these, add a little bit of water, swish, drink them down. You can also mix these with water, add them to smoothies. You can really incorporate these greens into your day in any way that you would like. What I love about these is it guarantees I'm getting my greens in every single day. So I add this as part of my morning routine as well. And I will link these down below for you guys as well with a 10% off discount. So those are the supplements that I've currently been taking. Like I said, I'm loving every single one of them. Highly recommend Vitacap. Again, I'll link them down below with a discount. And of course the Thrive Gut Health and the MyAdventure to Fit Greens. So let's get back in to our What I Eat in a Day. Tell everybody you just got neutered, Palmer. Did you just get neutered? You guys, he's doing so well. He acts totally normal. Like he never got neutered. It's so crazy. I'll see if I can flip him over. Maybe when Troy gets home and show you guys his belly. He just has a couple little scars. His one ball wasn't up in there as far as they thought. So it was much easier to remove. So it was less invasive. Palmer, tell them, say, I'm just as crazy as I've ever been.  Palmer, over here. Yes, you are. I love you. Hi, Diesel Dog. Diesel's doing so good, you guys. Like so, so good. His poor hair is still not grown back very much. I mean, it can take up to a couple of years, but he's doing really good. He's been spending a lot of time in the shade on his dog bed. Hey, Palmer, where's your sister? Oh, there she is. Lola, where are you out in the dirt? Come here, let mama see you. Let me see you, baby. Come here. Yep, she was. Look at this. She lays in the dirt. Watch. Can you guys see all that dirt coming off of her? Lola, Lou. Lola, Lola, why you do that? Why you do that? Why am I in the dirt? It is my morning snack time. It is 9.30 a.m. I ate my breakfast pretty early this morning before seven. So I picked up these good culture cottage cheese. You guys know how much I love good culture. Now these ones have simply pineapple, three grams of sugar, 100 calories, 15 grams of protein. I will put the points here on the screen. So I'm going to have this along with a bottle of kombucha. This is the Ginger Aid. WW Counts Kombucha is three points. Gen Counts Kombucha as one point. And then of course I'll add in the points of my cottage cheese. But this is just going to be a quick and easy snack. So I thought I would unbox my fall FabFit FunBox with you guys. I am not an affiliate. This is not sponsored. They did not send this to me. I paid for this with my very own money and I barely could wait to break into this. But I thought that it would be kind of fun for us to unbox this together to see what I got in my fall box. I believe that this is about $50 per quarter. It comes four times a year. I actually just paid for it upfront for the year because then I have access to select the items in my box a little bit sooner. I did pick most of the items in here. I can't remember what I picked. So it's still a little bit of a surprise. So let's dig in. First, look how cute this box is. So you always receive the FabFitFun magazine best of fall flavors. It's going to tell you everything that you could have chosen for your box. It's retail value. And then in the magazine is also some fun stuff like some recipes. There's a gluten-free warm apple crumble, some spicy noodles. Talks a little bit about what is your skin type and choosing the right skin care. So we'll use this to figure out the overall value of the box and see if it's really worth the money. So the first thing I'm pulling out is from Heineken, 0% alcohol, 100% taste. I think this is an addition. Oh my goodness. Can we just talk about how cute this little can of beer is? I think this is a bonus in the box. This isn't part of the FabFitFun box. How stinking cute is this? I won't drink this. I don't know if Troy will, but we just have to admire how adorable this little can of beer is. So I was wrong. I thought this magazine told you the price and what was in your box. It does not. It is just a pretty generic FabFitFun magazine. It's been a few months since last quarter that I received this box, so I kind of forgot how that worked. So the first product in my box is from Mad Skincare, M-A-D. Skincare, this is glycolic age-diffusing cleanser. You guys know I'm a major skincare junkie, so I'm always here for a good quality cleanser.  Minimizes the appearance of fine lines and makes your skin look radiant. I definitely need that. So I'm excited for this. Glycolic acid is really, really good for the skin, and I'm always up for a cleanser that also exfoliates as well. I always exfoliate my face before I do any type of face mask because it allows everything to just soak in a little bit more. Next in my box is from Benefit. This is their poor, professional, poor-filling primer. I've actually never used this product. I do use poor-filling primer a lot. This looks like it is full-size. It's nice to get makeup and primers and things in that Fit Fun box because it isn't a beauty subscription. It's more of a lifestyle subscription. I've never used this before. I know that this is pretty expensive as Benefit products are, so I am pretty excited for this. Next in my box is this little miniature travel size of the Dove Advanced Care deodorant. This is the spray one. I think this and the little can of beer are just bonuses in the box. Next in my box is some jewelry from the brand Jenny Bird. I remember picking this out. It is so beautiful. So what it is is this cuff bracelet with all of these different metals and chains. It's so pretty. So this is what it looks like. It is the cuff style. Obviously, I can't put it on by myself. I'm definitely not talented enough for that, but I did select this. I think this is absolutely stunning. I like that it's just some mixed metals. So it goes with just about everything. Super, super excited. Next is from the brand Pure Lease. I also selected this. This is the Pumpkin and Ginger Detoxifying Charcoal Mask. I love face masks. Love them. I use them several, several times a week. I love anything pumpkin and I have heard rave reviews about this mask. I really enjoy the Pure Lease brand. So I thought it's fall. Let's go with some Pumpkin Spiced Scented Face Mask. I also chose this item from Coach. Now I was really excited to see Coach as an option in the box and this is an absolutely stunning, stunning set. We know how expensive Coach is. So it is a set of earrings and a necklace. The earrings are kind of a flower with a stone in the middle and then the necklace just has a really pretty stone in the middle. I had to have this. I love jewelry. I really like the more dainty, small jewelry. So I absolutely had to get this. I cannot wait to wear this. And like I said, having Coach is an option. I couldn't pass this up. And last but not least in my box is my other item I chose. This is the Phantom Chef 8-inch Fry Pan. I believe I chose the navy blue color. You guys know I love to do cooking and recipes here on my channel and I love fun, pretty cookware. So when I saw this as an option I was debating between this and the Dutch oven but I already have a Dutch oven so I thought another fry pan never hurt anyone. And here's what it looks like. It has a really pretty wood and metal handle. It is that nice navy blue with that really pretty stainless steel base. I'm excited for this. I will definitely get used out of this. You will see this in many upcoming videos. So I knew that I had to pick some type of cookware as my last option. So let's recap what I received in my FabFit Fun box. The Pure Lease Pumpkin and Ginger Detoxifying Mask. The beautiful Coach set of earrings and necklace. The Jenny Bird Cuff Bracelet. The Benefit Poor Professional Primer. And the Mad Skincare Cleanser. I love my box. I love everything in it. I will use everything in it. What I love about FabFit Fun is it's quarterly so you're not getting inundated with products all the time. It always has a lot of high end product options like that Coach, necklace and earring set and Benefit Primer. And I also love that it's a lifestyle box. So I'll link FabFit Fun down below for you guys. Like I said, it's not an affiliate link. I purchased this myself. But I'll link it down below if you're interested in signing up. But I would give this box a 10 out of 10. Here's my lunch for today. We're keeping it simple. I actually have to hop onto a coaching call. So I have a piece of Parmesan Crusted Chicken. This is actually from Target. I picked this up yesterday and we had this for dinner last night. It is so good. It has a lot of cheese. It's a little bit greasy when you pop it in your oven but it's incredible. It is a little bit higher in points and calories. It is seven points for the chicken due to the coating and everything. It is 310 calories for the chicken. And then I just have some organic blackberries and a two good mango hibiscus yogurt. And I topped that with just a couple tablespoons of my purely Elizabeth granola. I do not count points for granola. So my lunch is going to be seven points for the chicken. Two points for the yogurt makes nine points. And I just refilled my water. I'm over halfway done with my gallon. Also floor update. I know you guys were wanting to kind of walk through the process with us but you can see that our bedroom flooring is completely done. It looks so good. Again, this is the Aqualogic Faded Barn. A lot of you have reached out asking what flooring we chose. We love it. It is waterproof. It is scratch proof. You can see that we're still missing our molding. Apparently they're putting the molding on at the very end and they're just gonna have to move all the furniture back out again. But the bedroom is done and the main living room. We covered our couch because the flooring that we tore up the sticky floor was really sticky underneath. So we ended up putting baby powder down on the floor and kind of brushing it with the big broom there. And it got everywhere. I literally had to vacuum this couch. So we covered it with some sheets but this room is completely done minus the molding. And they have started putting the flooring in the living room. You can see we put some towels down. That's actually over where they pulled flooring up because it is still kind of sticky. Excuse me, Mr. Excuse me. Because it is still kind of sticky under there but they started in the main living room. So this is the new flooring and that's the old flooring. So like I said, it is pretty similar. This one is just so much better quality. It's so much thicker and cushier when you walk on it. Luckily our subfloor was perfection. They literally only had to peel the flooring up and put a little bit of bond in the few areas. We had all the flooring torn out in the guest bathroom and it's just waiting for the new flooring. And all the flooring in my office is gone. The carpet is gone and we are going to put the laminate flooring in here too. I was kind of playing around with my desk a little bit. My goal is to put it in front of my window for some natural light but all of the carpet is out and it is ready for flooring, hopefully on Monday. All right guys, come on out. Come on, hold on. So it looks so, so, so good. So the goal is on Monday to start here in the dining room and start with the floors in the kitchen. We have lots of towels over all of the areas the flooring has been torn up. We're actually replacing all of the molding around our cabinets with white molding as well. So the next project is to tear out the flooring in the kitchen, that living room we were just in and then here in the laundry room. They decided that they're just going to go over this wood flooring because it is glued to the concrete in the mud room. Here's everything that was in our storeroom is now in our mudroom so we can get the carpet pulled out in there as well but we're just going to go over the top of this wood flooring. It'll just make it a lot easier. And then the storeroom, storage room's completely cleaned out with the exception of one shelf that just wouldn't fit in our mudroom and then this carpet is coming out and the wood flooring is going in here as well. So that is an update on the flooring. Our hope is by the end of next week to have it done. So of course I'll give you guys another update in the next What I Eat in a Day. For dinner tonight I am making Chinese fake out orange chicken and rice. I'm so excited for this. So let me show you what's in our recipe. First you're going to need a couple of large breasts of chicken, two oranges, cornstarch. You can use ginger paste like I am or ginger powder, garlic powder, crushed red pepper flakes, eggs, soy sauce, rice wine vinegar, sweetener of your choice. I'm using Lakonto monk fruit, which is my all-time favorite.  And then if you want to pair it with rice, rice of your choice, we are going to go with jasmine. So the first thing we're going to get started is actually the orange sauce along with our rice. So you can see here that I did go ahead and zest one of the oranges and set that aside. We do need the zest of one full orange for the sauce. So the first thing I'm going to do is add a half of a cup of my monk fruit sweetener, two tablespoons of rice wine vinegar, two tablespoons of soy sauce. My soy sauce is from the Thrive Market. This is the best soy sauce ever. I love Thrive so, so much. I will link it down below for you guys with a discount and a free gift with your first order. About a quarter of a teaspoon or so of ginger paste. I'm adding the tiniest, tiniest bit of red pepper flakes because we do not like our food very spicy. And then about a quarter teaspoon of garlic powder as well. And lastly, the juice from the two oranges. So what I'm going to do is just squeeze that directly into my pot. We want about a cup total, which is about what we'll get out of two full oranges. We're going to put the orange mixture, which smells amazing by the way, on the stove top and allow it to come to a boil. In another pan, I'm going to do one cup of Jasmine rice, two cups of water and get that going on the stove top as well. While that is going on the stove, I'm going to go ahead and cut up my chicken into bite size pieces.  Our orange sauce is out of boil. I'm going to let it boil and stirring consistently for about three minutes. I also have my rice now in a boil. So I'm going to reduce the heat and allow that to cook. I made a slurry out of a couple tablespoons of corn starch and water. I'm going to add that to the orange sauce and allow it to continue cooking until thickened. Our sauce is nice and thick. So the last step is we're going to add in that orange zest and then just set this aside. So what I have here, my little station is I have my chicken in bite size pieces, third of a cup of corn starch, third of a cup of flour, pinch of salt in one bowl. And then I went ahead and did two eggs. The recipe calls for three. If I need another one, I'll whisk it up really quickly. But I generally have leftover eggs. And then I have my fry pan with some nonstick cooking spray.  And then I'm going to put all of the little pieces into my fry pan. So I ended up not even using both of the two eggs. So I'm glad I only cracked two eggs. So you'll need two to three. And I'm going to put this on the stove top over medium high heat. I want to get this chicken nice and crispy. And our rice is just about done. So the chicken is cooking right along. Again, I had this over medium high heat. You can see that it's starting to get crispy. We just want to make sure that not only that it's crispy like Chinese takeout, but also that the chicken is cooked through completely. Our rice is done. So I just have it on really, really low temp, set aside keeping warm. And of course our orange sauce is done as well. So as soon as our chicken is a fried up, we're going to go ahead and add the orange sauce directly to our chicken. Mix it together. I'm so excited for this. I keep smelling whiffs of that orange sauce and it smells so good. So I went ahead and turned the heat off now that the chicken is done. I have my orange sauce here. So I'm just going to add it directly to the chicken and then toss to coat. I'm not going to lie you guys. This looks pretty darn amazing. It smells amazing. I'm going to go ahead and plate it up and I'll be back to share points and calories. So here is my dinner. You guys, doesn't this look incredible? I don't know what you think, but this definitely looks like Chinese food to me. We are keeping it simple tonight. I was going to do a veggie as a side, but I have to go upload my video still for tomorrow. So we're keeping it really simple. I did end up going with an entire cup of rice just because the chicken itself is so low in points. So the orange chicken makes six servings. This is actually two servings only because I wanted to have a bigger portion since this was all I'm having for dinner. I do have quite a bit of points and calories left. So my cup of rice is six points. The chicken itself is one point per serving on blue and purple and three on the green plan. You do not have to count the juice we use because we squeezed it directly from a fresh orange versus pasteurized orange juice. And again, three points on the green plan. I will put the calories here on the screen per serving, but my dinner is six for the rice and then three points for the chicken. So my dinner is a nine point. So here is my dessert. Tonight I'm going to have one of the oatmeal raisin, Mrs. Fields cookies. I actually picked this box of three up at the Dollar Tree. They are really, really good. This is the size of the cookie in the package. So it is the perfect dessert and that's going to finish out all of my food for today. Going to wrap up today's what I eat in a day video. As you saw on the screen previous to this one my points versus calories. As always, I do calories first, points second. It's more important for me to hit my calorie goal every day than to stay within my points.  As always, I will link everything that I shared with you in today's video down in that description box along with my recipe ebook, nutrition coaching, and of course my Facebook group. Come on over, join us there as well.  It really helps out my channel. It only takes a minute and I really appreciate it. And as always, if you're new and you're not subscribed, hit the subscribe button. Click the bell right next to it so you never miss a single video. Thank you guys again so, so much for watching. Happy Wednesday and I'll see you in Friday's weigh-in. Bye friends.


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