Nature poems
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Their Barricade against the Sky
© Emily Dickinson
Their Barricade against the Sky
The martial Trees withdraw
And with a Flag at every turn
Their Armies are no more.
The Wind took up the Northern Things
© Emily Dickinson
The Wind took up the Northern Things
And piled them in the south --
Then gave the East unto the West
And opening his mouth
The wind drew off
© Emily Dickinson
The wind drew off
Like hungry dogs
Defeated of a bone --
Through fissures in
The Veins of other Flowers
© Emily Dickinson
The Veins of other Flowers
The Scarlet Flowers are
Till Nature leisure has for Terms
As "Branch," and "Jugular."
The Trees like Tassels -- hit -- and swung --
© Emily Dickinson
The Trees like Tassels -- hit -- and swung --
There seemed to rise a Tune
From Miniature Creatures
Accompanying the Sun --
The Symptom of the Gale --
© Emily Dickinson
The Symptom of the Gale --
The Second of Dismay --
Between its Rumor and its Face --
Is almost Revelry --
The Sun retired to a cloud
© Emily Dickinson
The Sun retired to a cloud
A Woman's shawl as big --
And then he sulked in mercury
Upon a scarlet log --
The Snow that never drifts --
© Emily Dickinson
The Snow that never drifts --
The transient, fragrant snow
That comes a single time a Year
Is softly driving now --
The right to perish might be thought
© Emily Dickinson
The right to perish might be thought
An undisputed right --
Attempt it, and the Universe
Upon the opposite
The reticent volcano keeps
© Emily Dickinson
The reticent volcano keeps
His never slumbering plan --
Confided are his projects pink
To no precarious man.
The Mushroom is the Elf of Plants --
© Emily Dickinson
The Mushroom is the Elf of Plants --
At Evening, it is not --
At Morning, in a Truffled Hut
It stop upon a Spot
The Morning after Woe
© Emily Dickinson
The Morning after Woe --
'Tis frequently the Way --
Surpasses all that rose before --
For utter Jubilee --
The Jay his Castanet has struck
© Emily Dickinson
The Jay his Castanet has struck
Put on your muff for Winter
The Tippet that ignores his voice
Is impudent to nature
The Gentian has a parched Corolla --
© Emily Dickinson
When most is part -- it comes --
Nor isolate it seems
Its Bond its Friend --
To fill its Fringed career
And aid an aged Year
Abundant end --
The Days that we can spare
© Emily Dickinson
The Days that we can spare
Are those a Function die
Or Friend or Nature -- stranded then
In our Economy
The Color of a Queen, is this --
© Emily Dickinson
The Color of a Queen, is this --
The Color of a Sun
At setting -- this and Amber --
Beryl -- and this, at Noon --
The Clouds their Backs together laid
© Emily Dickinson
The Clouds their Backs together laid
The North begun to push
The Forests galloped till they fell
The Lightning played like mice
Tell as a Marksman -- were forgotten
© Emily Dickinson
Tell as a Marksman -- were forgotten
Tell -- this Day endures
Ruddy as that coeval Apple
The Tradition bears --
Struck, was I, not yet by Lightning --
© Emily Dickinson
Struck, was I, not yet by Lightning --
Lightning -- lets away
Power to perceive His Process
With Vitality.
She sped as Petals of a Rose
© Emily Dickinson
She sped as Petals of a Rose
Offended by the Wind --
A frail Aristocrat of Time
Indemnity to find --
