Poetry Catalog

How happy is the little stoneThat rambles in the road alone,And doesn't care about careers,And exigencies never fears;Whose coat of elemental brownA passing universe put on;And independent as the sun,Associates or glows alone,Fulfilling absolute decreeIn casual simplicity. … [Read more...] about Simplicity., By: Emily Dickinson

Before I got my eye put out,I liked as well to seeAs other creatures that have eyes,And know no other way. But were it told to me, to-day,That I might have the skyFor mine, I tell you that my heartWould split, for size of me. The meadows mine, the mountains mine, --All forests, stintless stars,As much of noon as I could takeBetween my finite eyes. The motions of the … [Read more...] about Sight., By: Emily Dickinson

It tossed and tossed, --A little brig I knew, --O'ertook by blast,It spun and spun,And groped delirious, for morn. It slipped and slipped,As one that drunken stepped;Its white foot tripped,Then dropped from sight. Ah, brig, good-nightTo crew and you;The ocean's heart too smooth, too blue,To break for you. … [Read more...] about Shipwreck., By: Emily Dickinson

She went as quiet as the dewFrom a familiar flower.Not like the dew did she returnAt the accustomed hour! She dropt as softly as a starFrom out my summer's eve;Less skilful than LeverrierIt's sorer to believe! … [Read more...] about She Went As Quiet As The Dew, By: Emily Dickinson

She sweeps with many-colored brooms,And leaves the shreds behind;Oh, housewife in the evening west,Come back, and dust the pond! You dropped a purple ravelling in,You dropped an amber thread;And now you 've littered all the EastWith duds of emerald! And still she plies her spotted brooms,And still the aprons fly,Till brooms fade softly into stars --And then I come away. … [Read more...] about She Sweeps With Many-Colored Brooms, By: Emily Dickinson