Dictionary Poems

It was too late for man,But early yet for God;Creation impotent to help,But prayer remained our side. How excellent the heaven,When earth cannot be had;How hospitable, then, the faceOf our old neighbor, God! – It was too late for man by Emily Dickinson

ALTHOUGH I shelter from the rainUnder a broken tree,My chair was nearest to the fireIn every companyThat talked of love or politics,Ere Time transfigured me.Though lads are making pikes againFor some conspiracy,And crazy rascals rage their fillAt human tyranny,My contemplations are of TimeThat has transfigured me.There’s not a woman turns her faceUpon a broken tree,And … Continued

TIME drops in decay,Like a candle burnt out,And the mountains and woodsHave their day, have their day;What one in the routOf the fire-born moodsHas fallen away? – The Moods by William Butler Yeats

The last night that she lived,It was a common night,Except the dying; this to usMade nature different. We noticed smallest things, —Things overlooked before,By this great light upon our mindsItalicized, as ‘t were. That others could existWhile she must finish quite,A jealousy for her aroseSo nearly infinite. We waited while she passed;It was a narrow … Continued

Thou comest! all is said without a word.I sit beneath thy looks, as children doIn the noon-sun, with souls that tremble throughTheir happy eyelids from an unaverredYet prodigal inward joy. Behold, I erredIn that last doubt! and yet I cannot rueThe sin most, but the occasion–that we twoShould for a moment stand unministeredBy a mutual … Continued

We cover thee, sweet face. Not that we tire of thee,But that thyself fatigue of us; Remember, as thou flee,We follow thee until Thou notice us no more,And then, reluctant, turn away To con thee o’er and o’er,And blame the scanty love We were content to show,Augmented, sweet, a hundred fold If thou would’st take … Continued

I many times thought peace had come,When peace was far away;As wrecked men deem they sight the landAt centre of the sea, And struggle slacker, but to prove,As hopelessly as I,How many the fictitious shoresBefore the harbor lie. – I many times thought peace had come by Emily Dickinson

It’s such aBoreBeing alwaysPoor. – Ennui by Langston Hughes

FAREWELL. Tie the strings to my life, my Lord, Then I am ready to go!Just a look at the horses — Rapid! That will do! Put me in on the firmest side, So I shall never fall;For we must ride to the Judgment, And it’s partly down hill. But never I mind the bridges, And … Continued

Lord, let me live, that more and more Your wonder world I may adore;With every dawn to grow and grow Alive to graciousness aglow;And every eve in beauty see Reason for rhapsody. Lord, let me bide, that I may prove The buoyant brightness of my loveFor sapphire sea and lyric sky And buttercup and butterfly;And … Continued