< Return to Emily Dickinson Poems XXXVI. Frequently the Woods Are Pink Frequently the woods are pink, Frequently are brown; Frequently the hills undress Behind my native town. Oft a head is crested I was wont to see, And as oft a cranny Where it used to be. And the earth, they tell me, On […]
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XXXIII. “Simplicity” by Emily Dickinson
< Return to Emily Dickinson Poems XXXIII. Simplicity SIMPLICITY. How happy is the little stone That rambles in the road alone, And doesn’t care about careers, And exigencies never fears; Whose coat of elemental brown A passing universe put on; And independent as the sun, Associates or glows alone, Fulfilling absolute decree In casual simplicity. […]
XXXI. “Nature Rarer Uses Yellow” by Emily Dickinson
< Return to Emily Dickinson Poems XXXI. Nature Rarer Uses Yellow Nature rarer uses yellow Than another hue; Saves she all of that for sunsets, — Prodigal of blue, Spending scarlet like a woman, Yellow she affords Only scantly and selectly, Like a lover’s words. -Emily Dickinson Enjoy Artistic Representations of “Nature Rarer Uses Yellow” […]
XXX. “The Wind’s Visit” by Emily Dickinson
< Return to Emily Dickinson Poems XXX. The Wind’s Visit THE WIND’S VISIT. The wind tapped like a tired man, And like a host, “Come in,” I boldly answered; entered then My residence within A rapid, footless guest, To offer whom a chair Were as impossible as hand A sofa to the air. No bone […]
XXIX. “The One That Could Repeat the Summer Day” by Emily Dickinson
< Return to Emily Dickinson Poems XXIX. The One That Could Repeat the Summer Day The one that could repeat the summer day Were greater than itself, though he Minutest of mankind might be. And who could reproduce the sun, At period of going down — The lingering and the stain, I mean — When […]
XXVIII. “I Know A Place Where Summer Strives” by Emily Dickinson
< Return to Emily Dickinson Poems XXVIII. I Know A Place Where Summer Strives I know a place where summer strives With such a practised frost, She each year leads her daisies back, Recording briefly, “Lost.” But when the south wind stirs the pools And struggles in the lanes, Her heart misgives her for her […]
XXVII. “A Spider” by Emily Dickinson
< Return to Emily Dickinson Poems XXVII. A Spider THE SPIDER. A spider sewed at night Without a light Upon an arc of white. If ruff it was of dame Or shroud of gnome, Himself, himself inform. Of immortality His strategy Was physiognomy. -Emily Dickinson Enjoy Artistic Representations of “A Spider” by Emily Dickinson […]
XXVI. “There Came a Wind Like A Bugle” by Emily Dickinson
< Return to Emily Dickinson Poems XXVI. There Came a Wind Like A Bugle THE STORM. There came a wind like a bugle; It quivered through the grass, And a green chill upon the heat So ominous did pass We barred the windows and the doors As from an emerald ghost; The doom’s electric moccason […]
Poetry Becomes Theater: “The Last Days of Troy” by Simon Armitage
In “The Last Days of Troy,” British poet laureate Simon Armitage turns Homer’s epic poem into a riveting theater production.
Poets and Poems: May Swenson and “Collected Poems”
“Collected Poems” by May Swenson tells a story of a poet who helped shape, and was shaped by, poetry in 20th-century America.
Poet Laura: Tea Journey
Michelle Rinaldi Ortega takes Poet Laura on a journey from Seven Bowls of Tea to 100 coffee shops as tiny pearls of a flowering tea unfurl.
“New Orleans Poems in Creole and French” by Jules Choppin
In “New Orleans Poems in Creole and French,” Jules Choppin takes us into regional culture, language, and that sometimes seems strange.
Memoir Notebook: A Tune Beyond the River
One traveler goes searching for Chinese poetry in modern Shanghai, and it seems to elude. Until a visit to Du Fu’s cottage.
Year of the Monarch: Begin Again
Setbacks and disappointments offer Dheepa R. Maturi an opportunity to reflect on the impact of even small steps in the journey toward healing the earth.
XXIV. “The Snake” by Emily Dickinson
< Return to Emily Dickinson Poems XXIV. The Snake THE SNAKE. A narrow fellow in the grass Occasionally rides; You may have met him, — did you not, His notice sudden is. The grass divides as with a comb, A spotted shaft is seen; And then it closes at your feet And opens further on. […]
XX. “A Tempest” by Emily Dickinson
< Return to Emily Dickinson Poems XX. A Tempest A TEMPEST. An awful tempest mashed the air, The clouds were gaunt and few; A black, as of a spectre’s cloak, Hid heaven and earth from view. The creatures chuckled on the roofs And whistled in the air, And shook their fists and gnashed their teeth. […]
XIX. “By the Sea” by Emily Dickinson
< Return to Emily Dickinson Poems XIX. By the Sea BY THE SEA. I started early, took my dog, And visited the sea; The mermaids in the basement Came out to look at me, And frigates in the upper floor Extended hempen hands, Presuming me to be a mouse Aground, upon the sands. But no […]
XVIII. “Two Butterflies Went Out At Noon” by Emily Dickinson
< Return to Emily Dickinson Poems XVIII. Two Butterflies Went Out At Noon TWO VOYAGERS. Two butterflies went out at noon And waltzed above a stream, Then stepped straight through the firmament And rested on a beam; And then together bore away Upon a shining sea, — Though never yet, in any port, Their coming […]
XVII. “Who Robbed the Woods” by Emily Dickinson
< Return to Emily Dickinson Poems XVII. Who Robbed the Woods Who robbed the woods, The trusting woods? The unsuspecting trees Brought out their burrs and mosses His fantasy to please. He scanned their trinkets, curious, He grasped, he bore away. What will the solemn hemlock, What will the fir-tree say? -Emily Dickinson Enjoy Artistic […]
Poetry Prompt—Journeys: Woodstock Dream
The “100 Coffee Shops” tour begins! Our second stop is Woodstock, New York. And it’s a fabulous one. Highly recommend.