I said, I’ll take the T-bone steak.A soft voice mooed, Oh wow.And I looked up and realizedThe waitress was a cow.I cried, Mistake–forget the the steak.I’ll take the chicken then.I heard a cluck–’twas just my luckThe busboy was a hen.I said, Okay no, fowl today.I’ll have the seafood dish.Then I saw through the kitchen doorThe [...]

My love, we will go, we will go, I and you,And away in the woods we will scatter the dew;And the salmon behold, and the ousel too,My love, we will hear, I and you, we will hear,The calling afar of the doe and the deer.And the bird in the branches will cry for us clear,And [...]

Sunset and evening star, ; And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar, ; When I put out to sea, But such a tide as moving seems asleep, ; ;Too full for sound and foam, When that which drew from out the boundless deep ; ;Turns again home. [...]

The sun just touched the morning;The morning, happy thing,Supposed that he had come to dwell,And life would be all spring. She felt herself supremer, –A raised, ethereal thing;Henceforth for her what holiday!Meanwhile, her wheeling king Trailed slow along the orchardsHis haughty, spangled hems,Leaving a new necessity, –The want of diadems! The morning fluttered, staggered,Felt feebly [...]

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ASLEEP. As far from pity as complaint, As cool to speech as stone,As numb to revelation As if my trade were bone. As far from time as history, As near yourself to-dayAs children to the rainbow’s scarf, Or sunset’s yellow play To eyelids in the sepulchre. How still the dancer lies,While color’s revelations break, And [...]

Beloved, thou hast brought me many flowersPlucked in the garden, all the summer through,And winter, and it seemed as if they grewIn this close room, nor missed the sun and showers.So, in the like name of that love of ours,Take back these thoughts which here unfolded too,And which on warm and cold days I withdrewFrom [...]

I love the cheery bustleOf children round the house,The tidy maids a-hustle,The chatter of my spouse;The laughter and the singing,The joy on every face:With frequent laughter ringing,O, Home’s a happy place! Aye, Home’s a bit of heaven;I love it every day;My line-up of elevenCombine to make it gay;Yet when in June they’re leavingFor Sandport by [...]

Once I said to a scarecrow, You must be tired of standing in thislonely field. And he said, The joy of scaring is a deep and lasting one, and Inever tire of it. Said I, after a minute of thought, It is true; for I too haveknown that joy. Said he, Only those who are [...]

Who never wanted, — maddest joy Remains to him unknown:The banquet of abstemiousness Surpasses that of wine. Within its hope, though yet ungrasped Desire’s perfect goal,No nearer, lest reality Should disenthrall thy soul. – DESIRE – Who never wanted, — maddest joy by Emily Dickinson