poems

(A poem by Emily Dickinson) Hope is the thing with feathersThat perches in the soul,And sings the tune without the… Read More »Hope is the thing with feathers

(A poem by Emily Dickinson) The feet of people walking homeWith gayer sandals go –The crocus – till she rises… Read More »The feet of people walking home

(A poem by Emily Dickinson) Sic transit gloria mundi“How doth the busy bee”Dum vivamus vivamusI stay mine enemy! — Oh… Read More »Sic transit gloria mundi

(A poem by Emily Dickinson) My Wheel is in the dark.I cannot see a spoke –Yet know it’s dripping feetGo… Read More »My wheel is in the dark!

(A poem by Emily Dickinson) Frequently the woods are pink —Frequently are brown.Frequently the hills undressBehind my native town.Oft a… Read More »Frequently the woods are pink

(A poem by Emily Dickinson) Thro’ lane it lay – thro’ bramble –Thro’ clearing, and thro’ wood –Banditti often passed… Read More »Through lane it lay — through bramble —

(A poem by Emily Dickinson) There is a wordWhich bears a swordCan pierce an armed man –It hurls it’s barbed… Read More »There is a word

(A poem by Emily Dickinson) Write! Comrade, write! On this wondrous seaSailing silently,Ho! Pilot, ho!Knowest thou the shoreWhere no breakers… Read More »On this wondrous sea

(A poem by Emily Dickinson) Awake ye muses nine, sing me a strain divine,Unwind the solemn twine, and tie my… Read More »Awake ye muses nine, sing me a strain divine