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.
If your wondering why I have a Victorian house and it’s fixings on our poetry blog, it’s because when I look at a Victorian home, I see poetry. Every detail of these house were crafted with not just necessity but beauty. From the archways to the door knobs and door hinges it was pure art. To many this kind of decor would be just to much and much to busy. Take a look at the ceilings ! And notice that the exterior was not just a simple white or gray but many colors, and most had beautiful porches, totally awesome. If I were younger and had a bit more money, I would definitely be living in a Victorian house right now.
Spring in New Hampshire
Claude McKay, 1889 – 1948
TOO GREEN THE SPRINGING APRIL GRASS,
TOO BLUE THE SILVER-SPECKLED SKY,
FOR ME TO LINGER HERE, ALAS,
WHILE HAPPY WINDS GO LAUGHING BY,
WASTING THE GOLDEN HOURS INDOORS,
WASHING WINDOWS AND SCRUBBING FLOORS.
TOO WONDERFUL THE APRIL NIGHT,
TOO FAINTLY SWEET THE FIRST MAY FLOWERS,
THE STARS TOO GLORIOUSLY BRIGHT,
FOR ME TO SPEND THE EVENING HOURS,
WHEN FIELDS ARE FRESH AND STREAMS ARE LEAPING,
WEARIED, EXHAUSTED, DULLY SLEEPING.
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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.
Now the bare black bushes,
Author: Caitlyn Turner