Category Archives: Poetry

Bookish Valentine ?

Emily Dickinson wasn’t given over to writing love poems in the truest sense of the word but she did pen a few that not only tug on the heart strings but also illuminate the trials that love can cast upon … Continue reading

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Holding on to Day

bleats from fleeing geese to commence the dayspark of summer     we chased down the pollen and dragonfly flakes which pranced on the lake with a million dancing suns and dazzling quick step shimmer, water showers the lane with daisy … Continue reading

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Wonders of Autumn

Three leaves of blazing red I see On Summer’s green-leaved dogwood tree… A Telltale sign that Autumn days Are treading paths where Summer played. While down the winding country lane,  I see the sumac once again, Dazzling in its cloak … Continue reading

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Into the Beautiful

by Emily Dickinson As imperceptibly as grief The summer lapsed away,- Too imperceptible, at last, To seem like perfidy.   A quietness distilled, As twilight long begun, Or Nature, spending with herself Sequestered afternoon.   The dusk drew earlier in, … Continue reading

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Humpty-Trumpty’s Big Adventure

Humpty-Trumpty sat on a street named Wall Humpty-Trumpty saw the stock market fall Humpty-Trumpty came up with a scheme To be the best president ever, his ambitious dream.   He formally announced his grandiose aspirations June 16, 2015 with myriad … Continue reading

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Methinks…

This poem may be quite popular from the 20th century, as the first line of it was often quoted by my mother. Not knowing how Ms. Brontë’s popularity grew through time, I dare not say for sure. Certainly not the … Continue reading

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Riches

This poem was written at a time when she had given up on a teaching post at nearby Halifax in West Yorkshire and had yet to have gone abroad with Charlotte, her older sister, to study European languages in Brussels. … Continue reading

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The Visionary

by Emily Brontë Silent is the house: all are laid asleep: One alone looks out o’er the snow-wreaths deep; Watching every cloud, dreading every breeze That whirls the wildering drift, and bends the groaning trees.   Cheerful is the hearth, … Continue reading

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Emily’s Best Shortest Shorts

Woods, ye need not frown on me- Spectral trees, that so dolefully Shake your heads in the dreary sky, Ye need not mock so bitterly!       (1836)   The sun has set, and the long grass now Waves drearily in … Continue reading

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Shall Earth No More Inspire Thee?

Shall Earth no more inspire thee, Thou lonely dreamer now? Since passion may not fire thee Shall Nature cease to bow?   Thy mind is ever moving In regions dark to thee; Recall its useless roving- Come back and dwell … Continue reading

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