I'm Fixin' to Make Amends

I gotta admit – I was gettin’ a mite too big for m’ britches in yesterday’s post.  I got all uppity about Eben Loomis' poh-em “A Sunset Idyl,” and I was razzin’ him about his use of the word “chrysoprase.”  Here’s near nuff a-what I said:

After the wind’d subsided in Loomis’ yarn, and a few low clouds were a-glowin’ athwart the hills with intensest light, the talker in the poh-em done claimed, “The river flowed like liquid chrysoprase,” and I mocked Eben Loomis and asked, “Chrysoprase?  Seriously?”  But then purdy quickly on I says, “Okay, I best not be so haughty, because I just checked the online Dickinson archive for ‘chrysoprase,’ and guess who used the word in two poems?  LOL – I’ll follow up on that tomorrow.”  I was humbled to the tallow.
 
So here I am with my tail tucked, and I reckon I’s got a little confession to make to y’all. Lord a mercy – I done wrote about Dickinson’s use of “Chrysoprase” afore!  At least a coupla times.  Talk about yer day-zha-voo!  

I first mentioned the word – in its alternate spelling –  at the tippy end of this post, HERE. 

I up and asked, “Who here knows what ‘Chrysophras’ is?”  I added a li’l smirky “LOL” too.
 
Then come the followin’ daylight – well, actually a few morns later – but that don’t make no nevermind – I wrote about “Chrysophras” agin – and here ’tis right yonder -- HERE. 

So I jes thought I’d git this off my chest and clear my conscience and give ol’ Eben Loomis the last laugh – tho I’ll have more to say about his use of the word “athwart” on tomorrow.
 
Y’all come back now, ya hear.