Poetry Catalog

It was half past us sinning— a gusty gale before summer's end, fading between the blinds. Evergreen candles flickered. Cherry pie baked—hers popped. Afterward, loving before we should, Sabine bawled— moaned—hardly quivered, lip bitten, satiation overflowing. We dressed, sank into the couch, our palms sweaty. "Maybe—" "We've been over this," I said, stroking her … [Read more...] about Afterward, Grace, By: Andrew Cyr

I breathed enough to learn the trick,And now, removed from air,I simulate the breath so well,That one, to be quite sure The lungs are stirless, must descendAmong the cunning cells,And touch the pantomime himself.How cool the bellows feels! … [Read more...] about I Breathed Enough To Learn The Trick, By: Emily Dickinson

I had been hungry all the years;My noon had come, to dine;I, trembling, drew the table near,And touched the curious wine. 'T was this on tables I had seen,When turning, hungry, lone,I looked in windows, for the wealthI could not hope to own. I did not know the ample bread,'T was so unlike the crumbThe birds and I had often sharedIn Nature's dining-room. The plenty hurt … [Read more...] about Hunger., By: Emily Dickinson

How still the bells in steeples stand,Till, swollen with the sky,They leap upon their silver feetIn frantic melody! … [Read more...] about How Still The Bells In Steeples Stand, By: Emily Dickinson

How dare the robins sing,When men and women hearWho since they went to their accountHave settled with the year! --Paid all that life had earnedIn one consummate bill,And now, what life or death can doIs immaterial.Insulting is the sunTo him whose mortal light,Beguiled of immortality,Bequeaths him to the night.In deference to himExtinct be every hum,Whose garden wrestles with … [Read more...] about How Dare The Robins Sing, By: Emily Dickinson