HELLO!

I'm not in a good mood today! But in a poem mood. Hee! that means I'm gonna post lots of poems! WHEE.


Emily Dickinson:

NATURE, the gentlest mother,

Impatient of no child,

The feeblest or the waywardest,—

Her admonition mild


In forest and the hill

By traveller is heard,

Restraining rampant squirrel

Or too impetuous bird.


How fair her conversation,

A summer afternoon,—

Her household, her assembly;

And when the sun goes down


Her voice among the aisles

Incites the timid prayer

Of the minutest cricket,

The most unworthy flower.


When all the children sleep

She turns as long away

As will suffice to light her lamps;

Then, bending from the sky,


With infinite affection

And infiniter care,

Her golden finger on her lip,

Wills silence everywhere



I think I'll only post poems by Emily Dickinson today! hee.



WILL there really be a morning?

Is there such a thing as day?

Could I see it from the mountains

If I were as tall as they?


Has it feet like water-lilies?

Has it feathers like a bird?

Is it brought from famous countries

Of which I have never heard?


Oh, some scholar! Oh, some sailor!

Oh, some wise man from the skies!

Please to tell a little pilgrim

Where the place called morning lies!


SOME MORE:



AT half-past three a single bird

Unto a silent sky

Propounded but a single term

Of cautious melody.


At half-past four, experiment

Had subjugated test,

And lo! her silver principle

Supplanted all the rest.


At half-past seven, element

Nor implement was seen,

And place was where the presence was,

Circumference between.


This one's cute!

Maybe some more:




THE DAY came slow, till five o’clock,

Then sprang before the hills

Like hindered rubies, or the light

A sudden musket spills.


The purple could not keep the east,

The sunrise shook from fold,

Like breadths of topaz, packed a night,

The lady just unrolled.


The happy winds their timbrels took;

The birds, in docile rows,

Arranged themselves around their prince

(The wind is prince of those).


The orchard sparkled like a Jew,—

How mighty ’t was, to stay

A guest in this stupendous place,

The parlor of the day!


OK! That's all for now! I'm sleeping and I think I fixed the time problem below! check for me! hee!

BYE!!!