Dictionary Poems

IN MEMORY OF EVA GORE-BOOTH AND CON MARKIEWICZ THE light of evening, Lissadell,Great windows open to the south,Two girls in silk kimonos, bothBeautiful, one a gazelle.But a raving autumn shearsBlossom from the summer’s wreath;The older is condemned to death,Pardoned, drags out lonely yearsConspiring among the ignorant.I know not what the younger dreams —Some vague Utopia … Continued

I hide myself within my flower,That wearing on your breast,You, unsuspecting, wear me too —And angels know the rest. I hide myself within my flower,That, fading from your vase,You, unsuspecting, feel for meAlmost a loneliness. – WITH A FLOWER – I hide myself within my flower by Emily Dickinson

Ho! we were strong, we were swift, we were brave.Youth was a challenge, and Life was a fight.All that was best in us gladly we gave,Sprang from the rally, and leapt for the height.Smiling is Love in a foam of Spring flowers:Harden our hearts to him — on let us press!Oh, what a triumph and … Continued

Of public opinion,Of a calm and cool fiat sooner or later, (how impassive! how certain and final!)Of the President with pale face asking secretly to himself, What will the people say at last?Of the frivolous Judge–of the corrupt Congressman, Governor, Mayor–of such as these standing helpless and exposed,Of the mumbling and screaming priest, (soon, soon … Continued

Will there really be a morning?Is there such a thing as day?Could I see it from the mountainsIf I were as tall as they? Has it feet like water-lilies?Has it feathers like a bird?Is it brought from famous countriesOf which I have never heard? Oh, some scholar! Oh, some sailor!Oh, some wise man from the … Continued

When I was young my teachers were the old.I gave up fire for form till I was cold.I suffered like a metal being cast.I went to school to age to learn the past. Now when I am old my teachers are the young.What can’t be molded must be cracked and sprung.I strain at lessons fit … Continued

I know a place where summer strivesWith such a practised frost,She each year leads her daisies back,Recording briefly, Lost. But when the south wind stirs the poolsAnd struggles in the lanes,Her heart misgives her for her vow,And she pours soft refrains Into the lap of adamant,And spices, and the dew,That stiffens quietly to quartz,Upon her … Continued

They said come skating;They said it’s so nice.They said come skating;I’d done it twice.They said come skating;It sounded nice.I wore roller-They meant ice. – Come Skating by Shel Silverstein

Ask me no more: the moon may draw the sea;The cloud may stoop from heaven and take the shape,With fold to fold, of mountain or of cape;But O too fond, when have I answer’d thee?Ask me no more. Ask me no more: what answer should I give?I love not hollow cheek or faded eye:Yet, O … Continued

I dream’d in a dream I saw a city invincible to the attacks of the whole of the rest of the earth,I dream’d that was the new city of Friends,Nothing was greater there than the quality of robust love, it led the rest,It was seen every hour in the actions of the men of that … Continued