Pet poems
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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 --
I tie my Hat -- I crease my Shawl
© Emily Dickinson
I tie my Hat -- I crease my Shawl --
Life's little duties do -- precisely --
As the very least
Were infinite -- to me --
I shall know why -- when Time is over
© Emily Dickinson
I shall know why -- when Time is over --
And I have ceased to wonder why --
Christ will explain each separate anguish
In the fair schoolroom of the sky --
I pay -- in Satin Cash
© Emily Dickinson
I pay -- in Satin Cash --
You did not state -- your price --
A Petal, for a Paragraph
It near as I can guess --
He forgot -- and I -- remembered
© Emily Dickinson
He forgot -- and I -- remembered --
'Twas an everyday affair --
Long ago as Christ and Peter --
"Warmed them" at the "Temple fire."
Bloom upon the Mountain -- stated --
© Emily Dickinson
Bloom upon the Mountain -- stated --
Blameless of a Name --
Efflorescence of a Sunset --
Reproduced -- the same --
Because the Bee may blameless hum
© Emily Dickinson
Because the Bee may blameless hum
For Thee a Bee do I become
List even unto Me.
A little bread -- a crust -- a crumb
© Emily Dickinson
A little bread -- a crust -- a crumb --
A little trust -- a demijohn --
Can keep the soul alive --
Not portly, mind! but breathing -- warm --
Conscious -- as old Napoleon,
The night before the Crown!
"Lethe" in my flower,
© Emily Dickinson
"Lethe" in my flower,
Of which they who drink
In the fadeless orchards
Hear the bobolink!
They dropped like Flakes
© Emily Dickinson
They dropped like Flakes --
They dropped like Stars --
Like Petals from a Rose --
When suddenly across the June
A wind with fingers -- goes --
I got so I could take his name
© Emily Dickinson
I got so I could take his name --
Without -- Tremendous gain --
That Stop-sensation -- on my Soul --
And Thunder -- in the Room --
I can't tell you -- but you feel it
© Emily Dickinson
I can't tell you -- but you feel it --
Nor can you tell me --
Saints, with ravished slate and pencil
Solve our April Day!
I met a King this afternoon!
© Emily Dickinson
I met a King this afternoon!
He had not on a Crown indeed,
A little Palmleaf Hat was all,
And he was barefoot, I'm afraid!
A sepal, petal, and a thorn
© Emily Dickinson
A sepal, petal, and a thorn
Upon a common summer's morn --
A flask of Dew -- A Bee or two --
A Breeze -- a caper in the trees --
And I'm a Rose!
"Sic transit gloria mundi"
© Emily Dickinson
"Sic transit gloria mundi,"
"How doth the busy bee,"
"Dum vivimus vivamus,"
I stay mine enemy!
The Satrapy
© Constantine Cavafy
What a misfortune, although you are made
for fine and great works
this unjust fate of yours always
denies you encouragement and success;
Ts'ai Chi'h
© Ezra Pound
The petals fall in the fountain,
the orange-coloured rose-leaves,
Their ochre clings to the stone.
In A Station Of The Metro
© Ezra Pound
The apparition of these faces in the crowd;
Petals on a wet, black bough.
The Three Taverns
© Edwin Arlington Robinson
When the brethren heard of us, they came to meet us as far as Appii Forum, and The Three Taverns.(Acts xxviii, 15)
Herodion, Apelles, Amplias,
And Andronicus? Is it you I see
At last? And is it you now that are gazing
The Book of Annandale
© Edwin Arlington Robinson
IPartly to think, more to be left alone,
George Annandale said something to his friends
A word or two, brusque, but yet smoothed enough
To suit their funeral gazeand went upstairs;
