Poetry Catalog

A brisk haze hangs— crisp air drifts, heat pushes through the vents, warming my hands. Mia took me to hike. "Iris" drifts through the speakers. Mia sings— thumbs the wheel. Just south of Trout Lake, glacier-clad tower. Mount Adams has new meaning. I grab her hand. She smiles. She waited for a proposal— one she thought might never come. I held it in, didn't say … [Read more...] about When Iris Plays, By: Andrew Cyr

The Soul that hath a Guest,Doth seldom go abroad,Diviner Crowd at homeObliterate the need,And courtesy forbidA Host's departure, whenUpon Himself be visitingThe Emperor of Men! … [Read more...] about The Soul That Hath A Guest, By: Emily Dickinson

The Single Hound. Adventure most unto itselfThe Soul condemned to be;Attended by a Single Hound—Its own Identity. … [Read more...] about Adventure Most Unto Itself, By: Emily Dickinson

To Sue. One Sister have I in our house,And one a hedge awayThere's only one recordedBut both belong to me. One came the way that I came,And wore my last year's gown,The other, as a bird her nest,Builded our hearts among. She did not sing as we did.It was a different tune,Herself to her a music—As Bumble-bee of June. Today is far from childhood,But up and down the … [Read more...] about One Sister Have I In Our House, By: Emily Dickinson

A wife at daybreak I shall be,Sunrise, hast thou a flag for me?At midnight I am yet a maid—How short it takes to make it bride!Then, Midnight, I have passed from theeUnto the East and Victory. Midnight, "Good night"I hear them call.The angels bustle in the hall,Softly my Future climbs the stair,I fumble at my childhood's prayer—So soon to be a child no more!Eternity, I'm … [Read more...] about A Wife At Daybreak I Shall Be, By: Emily Dickinson