Entrance way to the Calhoun Mansion built in 1876, Charleston, South Carolina, also called a foyer.
I love foyers, the one below would be my choice. Foyers were and still are as big as a large bedroom in today’s homes.
Spring in New Hampshire
Claude McKay, 1889 – 1948
See the pretty snowflakes,
Falling from the sky;
On the wall and housetops,
Soft and thick they lie.
On the window ledges,
On the branches bare;
Now how fast they gather,
Filling all the air.
Look into the garden,
Where the grass was green;
Covered by the snowflakes,
Not a blade is seen.
Author: Caitlyn Turner
Cat, if you go outdoors, you must walk in the snow.
You will come back with little white shoes on your feet,
little white shoes of snow that have heels of sleet.
Stay by the fire, my Cat. Lie still, do not go.
See how the flames are leaping and hissing low,
I will bring you a saucer of milk like a marguerite,
so white and so smooth, so spherical and so sweet –
stay with me, Cat. Outdoors the wild winds blow.
Outdoors the wild winds blow, Mistress, and dark is the night,
strange voices cry in the trees, intoning strange lore,
and more than cats move, lit by our eyes green light,
on silent feet where the meadow grasses hang hoar –
Mistress, there are portents abroad of magic and might,
and things that are yet to be done. Open the door!
|I heard a Fly buzz – when I died –|
|The Stillness in the Room|
|Was like the Stillness in the Air –|
|Between the Heaves of Storm –
|The Eyes around – had wrung them dry –|
|And Breaths were gathering firm|
|For that last Onset – when the King|
|Be witnessed – in the Room –
|I willed my Keepsakes – Signed away|
|What portion of me be|
|Assignable – and then it was|
|There interposed a Fly –
|With Blue – uncertain stumbling Buzz –|
|Between the light – and me –|
|And then the Windows failed – and then|
|I could not see to see –
|Emily Dickinson | Classic Poems|