Dictionary Poems

Then Almitra spoke again and said, And what of Marriage, master? And he answered saying: You were born together, and together you shall be forevermore. You shall be together when white wings of death scatter your days. Aye, you shall be together even in the silent memory of God. But let there be spaces in … Continued

From off my calendar today A leaf I tear;So swiftly passes smiling May Without a care.And now the gentleness of June Will fleetly flyAnd I will greet the glamour moon Of lush July. Beloved months so soon to pass, Alas, I seeThe slim sand silvering the glass Of Time for me;As bodingly midwinter woe I … Continued

A route of evanescenceWith a revolving wheel;A resonance of emerald,A rush of cochineal;And every blossom on the bushAdjusts its tumbled head, —The mail from Tunis, probably,An easy morning’s ride. – THE HUMMING-BIRD – A route of evanescence by Emily Dickinson

As imperceptibly as griefThe summer lapsed away, —Too imperceptible, at last,To seem like perfidy. A quietness distilled,As twilight long begun,Or Nature, spending with herselfSequestered afternoon. The dusk drew earlier in,The morning foreign shone, —A courteous, yet harrowing grace,As guest who would be gone. And thus, without a wing,Or service of a keel,Our summer made her … Continued

We learn in the retreating How vast an oneWas recently among us. A perished sun Endears in the departure How doubly moreThan all the golden presence It was before! – We learn in the retreating by Emily Dickinson

Let the world’s sharpness like a clasping knifeShut in upon itself and do no harmIn this close hand of Love, now soft and warm,And let us hear no sound of human strifeAfter the click of the shutting. Life to life–I lean upon thee, Dear, without alarm,And feel as safe as guarded by a charmAgainst the … Continued

If I leave all for thee, wilt thou exchangeAnd be all to me? Shall I never missHome-talk and blessing and the common kissThat comes to each in turn, nor count it strange,When I look up, to drop on a new rangeOf walls and floors, another home than this?Nay, wilt thou fill that place by me … Continued

1. Is it the wind of the dawn that I hear ; ; ;in the pine overhead? 2. No; but the voice of the deep as it hollows ; ; ;the cliffs of the land. 1. Is there a voice coming up with the ; ; ;voice of the deep from the strand, ; Once … Continued

Said the little boy, Sometimes I drop my spoon.Said the old man, I do that too.The little boy whispered, I wet my pants.I do that too, laughed the little old man.Said the little boy, I often cry.The old man nodded, So do I.But worst of all, said the boy, it seemsGrown-ups don’t pay attention to … Continued

An odor has remained among the sugarcane:a mixture of blood and body, a penetratingpetal that brings nausea.Between the coconut palms the graves are fullof ruined bones, of speechless death-rattles.The delicate dictator is talkingwith top hats, gold braid, and collars.The tiny palace gleams like a watchand the rapid laughs with gloves oncross the corridors at timesand … Continued