Poem
By Emily Dickinson
Like trains of cars on tracks of plush
I hear the level bee:
A jar across the flowers goes,
Their velvet…
I hear the level bee:
A jar across the flowers goes,
Their velvet…
Category
Spring
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- PoemBy Li-Young LeeOpen window.
Blue sun.
Green sun.
Last night
light rain fell
off and on. Thunder
rumbling nudged me… - PoemBy Petr HruškaThey had already sat down on the bed. Then the man
remembered the back door was still open. He groped… - PoemBy W. S. MerwinLate in May as the light lengthens
toward summer the young goldfinches
flutter down through the day for… - ArticleBy Tyler MaloneFor a poem about the brevity of every state of being, the single octave perfectly enacts its themes through its form.
- PoemBy Cyrus CassellsThat was the season I couldn’t think or write indoors,
the garrulous springtime every strophe,
every… - PoemBy Frances Ellen Watkins HarperWelcome children of the Spring,
In your garbs of green and gold,
Lifting up your sun-crowned heads
On… - PoemBy E. E. Cummingswhat if a much of a which of a wind
gives truth to the summer's lie;
bloodies with dizzying leaves the… - PoemBy Arthur SymonsSide by side through the streets at midnight,
Roaming together,
Through the tumultuous night of London… - PoemBy AazhidegiizhigWaababaa As my eyes
inaabiyan search
mashkode the prairie
noongom igod ji-niibin I feel the summer in… - PoemBy Miguel AlgarínNot tonight but tomorrow
when the light turns the peach
tree green and the Earth sprouts
its young leaves… - PoemBy Chris Glomskiof waves dropped into froth Jellyfish a jar
of innards half-buried in sand Dead nature What are
these… - PoemBy Meena AlexanderSo how will it end?
You want it straight?
He looked me in the eye:
You will lose weight,
Become more… - PoemBy Meena AlexanderThis disease has come back
With frills and furbelows.
You must give your whole life to poetry
Only … - PoemBy William Carlos WilliamsThe farmer in deep thought
is pacing through the rain
among his blank fields, with
hands in pockets,… - PoemBy E. E. CummingsO sweet spontaneous
earth how often have
the
doting
fingers of
prurient philosophers pinched
and
poked… - PoemBy Wallace Stevensi
The World without Imagination
Nota: man is the intelligence of his soil,
The sovereign ghost. As… - PoemBy William Carlos WilliamsThis is the time of year
when boys fifteen and seventeen
wear two horned lilac blossoms
in their caps… - PoemBy Hieu Minh NguyenEven though it’s May & the ice cream truck
parked outside my apartment is somehow certain,
I have a …