Dictionary Poems

While I was fearing it, it came, But came with less of fear,Because that fearing it so long Had almost made it dear.There is a fitting a dismay, A fitting a despair.‘Tis harder knowing it is due, Than knowing it is here.The trying on the utmost, The morning it is new,Is terribler than wearing it … Continued

These pools that, though in forests, still reflectThe total sky almost without defect,And like the flowers beside them, chill and shiver,Will like the flowers beside them soon be gone,And yet not out by any brook or river,But up by roots to bring dark foliage on.The trees that have it in their pent-up budsTo darken nature … Continued

It sifts from leaden sieves,It powders all the wood,It fills with alabaster woolThe wrinkles of the road. It makes an even faceOf mountain and of plain, —Unbroken forehead from the eastUnto the east again. It reaches to the fence,It wraps it, rail by rail,Till it is lost in fleeces;It flings a crystal veil On stump … Continued

NEW-MOWN hay smell and wind of the plain made her a woman whose ribs had the power of the hills in them and her hands were tough for work and there was passion for life in her womb.She and her man crossed the ocean and the years that marked their faces saw them haggling with … Continued

Say over again, and yet once over again,That thou dost love me. Though the word repeatedShould seem a cuckoo-song, as thou dost treat it,Remember, never to the hill or plain,Valley and wood, without her cuckoo-strainComes the fresh Spring in all her green completed.Beloved, I, amid the darkness greetedBy a doubtful spirit-voice, in that doubt’s painCry, … Continued

I had a friend, a breezy friend I liked an awful lot;And in his company no end Of happiness I got.We clicked in temper, taste and mood, We gypsied side by side,–And then, as no pal ever should, He upped and died. A score of years have since gone by, Yet I bemoan him still;He … Continued

As I came over Windy GapThey threw a halfpenny into my cap.For I am running to paradise;And all that I need do is to wishAnd somebody puts his hand in the dishTo throw me a bit of salted fish:And there the king is but as the beggar. My brother Mourteen is worn outWith skelping his … Continued

A very humble pen I ply Beneath a cottage thatch;And in the sunny hours I try To till my cabbage patch;And in the gloaming glad am I To lift the latch. I do not plot to pile up pelf, With jowl and belly fat;To simple song I give myself, And seek no gain at that:Content … Continued

The baby new to earth and sky, ; ; ; ;What time his tender palm is prest ; ; ; ;Against the circle of the breast,Has never thought that this is I:But as he grows he gathers much, ; ; ; ;And learns the use of I, and me, ; ; ; ;And finds I … Continued

Remembrance has a rear and front, — ‘T is something like a house;It has a garret also For refuse and the mouse, Besides, the deepest cellar That ever mason hewed;Look to it, by its fathoms Ourselves be not pursued. – REMEMBRANCE – Remembrance has a rear and front by Emily Dickinson