Dictionary Poems

Each time that I switch on the lightA Miracle it seems to meThat I should rediscover sightAnd banish dark so utterly.One moment I am bleakly blind,The next–exultant life I find. Below the sable of the skyMy eyelids double darkness make.Sleep is divine, yet oh how IAm glad with wonder to awake!To welcome, glimmery and wanThe … Continued

How they are provided for upon the earth, (appearing at intervals,)How dear and dreadful they are to the earth,How they inure to themselves as much as to any–what a paradox appears their age,How people respond to them, yet know them not,How there is something relentless in their fate all times,How all times mischoose the objects … Continued

This came to pass. After the coronation of Nufsibaal King of Byblus, he retired to his bed-chamber — the very room which the three hermit-magicians of the mountains had built for him. He took off his crown and his royal raiment, and stood in the centre of the room thinking of himself, now the all-powerful … Continued

When I was young I was too proud To wheel my daughter in her pram."It’s infra dig," I said aloud,– Bot now I’m old, behold I amPerambulating up and down Grand-daughter through the town. And when I come into the Square, Beside the fountain I will stop;And as to rest I linger there, The dames … Continued

An oak tree and a rosebush grew,Young and green together,Talking the talk of growing things-Wind and water and weather.And while the rosebush sweetly bloomedThe oak tree grew so highThat now it spoke of newer things-Eagles, mountain peaks and sky.I guess you think you’re pretty great,The rose was heard to cry,Screaming as loud as it possibly … Continued

I have a tiny piney wood;my trees are only fifty,Yet give me shade and solitudeFor they are thick and thrifty.And every day to me they flingWith largess undenying,Fat cones to make my kettle singAnd keep my pan a-frying. Go buy yourself a piney woodIf you have gold for spending,Where you can dream in mellow moodWith … Continued

It’s like the light, — A fashionless delightIt’s like the bee, — A dateless melody. It’s like the woods, Private like breeze,Phraseless, yet it stirs The proudest trees. It’s like the morning, — Best when it’s done, —The everlasting clocks Chime noon. – THE WIND – It’s like the light by Emily Dickinson

How many slams in an old screen door? Depends how loud you shut it.How many slices in a bread? Depends how thin you cut it.How much good inside a day? Depends how good you live ’em.How much love inside a friend? Depends how much you give ’em. – How Many, How Much by Shel Silverstein

Gas got me in the first World War,And all my mates at rest are laid.I felt I might survive them forI am a gardener by trade.My life is in the open air,And kindly is the work I do,Since flowers are my joy and care, And comfort too. My flowers are a fairy sight,Yes I’m an … Continued

Of all the boys with whom I foughtIn Africa and Sicily,Bill was the bravest of the lotIn our dare-devil Company.That lad would rather die than yield;His gore he glorified to spill,And so in every battlefieldA hero in my eyes was Bill. Then when the bloody war was done,He moseyed back to our home town,And there, … Continued