Dictionary Poems

And wilt thou have me fashion into speechThe love I bear thee, finding words enough,And hold the torch out, while the winds are rough,Between our faces, to cast light on each?–I drop it at thy feet. I cannot teachMy hand to hold my spirits so far offFrom myself–me–that I should bring thee proofIn words, of … Continued

Could I but ride indefinite, As doth the meadow-bee,And visit only where I liked, And no man visit me, And flirt all day with buttercups, And marry whom I may,And dwell a little everywhere, Or better, run away With no police to follow, Or chase me if I do,Till I should jump peninsulas To get … Continued

A PROMPT, executive Bird is the Jay,Bold as a Bailiff’s hymn,Brittle and brief in quality–Warrant in every line;Sitting a bough like a Brigadier,Confident and straight,Much is the mienOf him in MarchAs a Magistrate. – A PROMPT, executive Bird is the Jay by Emily Dickinson

I’ll tell you how the sun rose, —A ribbon at a time.The steeples swam in amethyst,The news like squirrels ran. The hills untied their bonnets,The bobolinks begun.Then I said softly to myself,That must have been the sun! * * * But how he set, I know not.There seemed a purple stileWhich little yellow boys and … Continued

AMONG the mountains I wandered and saw blue haze and red crag and was amazed;On the beach where the long push under the endless tide maneuvers, I stood silent;Under the stars on the prairie watching the Dipper slant over the horizon’s grass, I was full of thoughts.Great men, pageants of war and labor, soldiers and … Continued

AMBITION cannot find him,Affection doesn’t knowHow many leagues of NowhereLie between them now.Yesterday undistinguished–Eminent today,For our mutual honor–Immortality! – AMBITION cannot find him by Emily Dickinson

How grand the human race would be If every man would wear a kilt,A flirt of Tartan finery, Instead of trousers, custom built!Nay, do not think I speak to joke: (You know I’m not that kind of man),I am convinced that all men folk. Should wear the costume of a Clan. Imagine how it’s braw … Continued

TO pile like Thunder to its close,Then crumble grand away,While everything created hid–This would be Poetry:Or Love,–the two coeval came–We both and neither prove,Experience either, and consume–For none see God and live. – TO pile like Thunder to its close by Emily Dickinson

Yes, call me by my pet-name! let me hearThe name I used to run at, when a child,From innocent play, and leave the cowslips plied,To glance up in some face that proved me dearWith the look of its eyes. I miss the clearFond voices which, being drawn and reconciledInto the music of Heaven’s undefiled,Call me … Continued

As thro’ the land at eve we went, ; ; ; ;And pluck’d the ripen’d ears,We fell out, my wife and I,O we fell out I know not why, ; ; ; ;And kiss’d again with tears.And blessings on the falling out ; ; ; ;That all the more endears,When we fall out with those … Continued