Emily Dickinson Poems

This morning I felt like reading some poetry by Emily Dickinson. I've always considered her one of my favorite poets, and when I read some of her poems this morning, I was reminded why I like her work so much. There is such charm and an almost child-like awe of life in her work, which I really admire. She celebrates the world, appreciates loss, and enjoys its many beautiful wonders. She produced a massive quantity of poetry, and I particularly enjoy the poems she wrote about nature. Here are some pieces that I wanted to share:

"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 mentioned be.

If spoken by the distant bird,
If met in ether sea
By frigate or by merchantman,
Report was not to me."

"BESIDES the autumn poets sing,
A few prosaic days
A little this side of the snow
And that side of the haze.

A few incisive mornings,
A few ascetic eves,—
Gone Mr. Bryant’s golden-rod,
And Mr. Thomson’s sheaves.

Still is the bustle in the brook,
Sealed are the spicy valves;
Mesmeric fingers softly touch
The eyes of many elves.

Perhaps a squirrel may remain,
My sentiments to share.
Grant me, O Lord, a sunny mind,
Thy windy will to bear!"

"THE MOON was but a chin of gold
A night or two ago,
And now she turns her perfect face
Upon the world below.

Her forehead is of amplest blond;
Her cheek like beryl stone;
Her eye unto the summer dew
The likest I have known.

Her lips of amber never part;
But what must be the smile
Upon her friend she could bestow
Were such her silver will!

And what a privilege to be
But the remotest star!
For certainly her way might pass
Beside your twinkling door.

Her bonnet is the firmament,
The universe her shoe,

The stars the trinkets at her belt,
Her dimities of blue."

Note: Photos are courtesy of http://www.pdphoto.org/

Until I type again,
Kami