Dictionary Poems

Dear March, come in!How glad I am!I looked for you before.Put down your hat —You must have walked —How out of breath you are!Dear March, how are you?And the rest?Did you leave Nature well?Oh, March, come right upstairs with me,I have so much to tell! I got your letter, and the birds’;The maples never knewThat … Continued

I love to watch my seven cowsIn meads of buttercups abrowse, With guilded knees;But even more I love to seeThem chew the cud so tranquilly In twilight ease. Each is the image of contentFrom fragrant hours in clover spent, ‘Mid leaf and bud;As up and down without a pauseMechanically move their jaws To chew the … Continued

Beautiful city, the centre and crater of European confusion,O you with your passionate shriek for the rights of an equal ; ; humanity,How often your Re-volution has proven but E-volutionRoll’d again back on itself in the tides of a civic insanity! – Beautiful City by Lord Alfred Tennyson

Let us be thankful, Lord, for little things –The song of birds, the rapture of the rose;Cloud-dappled skies, the laugh of limpid springs,Drowned sunbeams and the perfume April blows;Bronze wheat a-shimmer, purple shade of trees –Let us be thankful, Lord of Life, for these! Let us be praiseful, Sire, for simple sights; –The blue smoke … Continued

Death sets a thing significantThe eye had hurried by,Except a perished creatureEntreat us tenderly To ponder little workmanshipsIn crayon or in wool,With This was last her fingers did,Industrious until The thimble weighed too heavy,The stitches stopped themselves,And then ‘t was put among the dustUpon the closet shelves. A book I have, a friend gave,Whose pencil, … Continued

Went up a year this evening!I recollect it well!Amid no bells nor bravosThe bystanders will tell!Cheerful, as to the village,Tranquil, as to repose,Chastened, as to the chapel,This humble tourist rose.Did not talk of returning,Alluded to no timeWhen, were the gales propitious,We might look for him;Was grateful for the rosesIn life’s diverse bouquet,Talked softly of new … Continued

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 wingsWas but a book. What libertyA loosened spirit brings! – A BOOK – He ate and drank the precious words by Emily Dickinson

She died, — this was the way she died;And when her breath was done,Took up her simple wardrobeAnd started for the sun. Her little figure at the gateThe angels must have spied,Since I could never find herUpon the mortal side. – VANISHED by Emily Dickinson

I had a guinea golden; I lost it in the sand,And though the sum was simple, And pounds were in the land,Still had it such a value Unto my frugal eye,That when I could not find it I sat me down to sigh. I had a crimson robin Who sang full many a day,But when … Continued

Who has not found the heaven below Will fail of it above.God’s residence is next to mine, His furniture is love. – Who has not found the heaven below by Emily Dickinson