Contemplative poems

Contemplative poems — a collection of the best works on PoemShip.

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ContemplativeEmily Dickinson

Jesus! thy Crucifix

Jesus! thy Crucifix Enable thee to guess The smaller size! Jesus! thy second face Mind thee in Paradise Of ours!
ContemplativeEmily Dickinson

My Season's furthest Flower --

My Season's furthest Flower -- I tenderer commend Because I found Her Kinsmanless, A Grace without a Friend.
ContemplativeEmily Dickinson

Forever honored by the Tree

Forever honored by the Tree Whose Apple Winterworn Enticed to Breakfast from the Sky Two Gabriels Yestermorn. They registered in Nature's Book As Robins -- Sire and Son -- But Angels have that modest way To screen them from Renown.
ContemplativeEmily Dickinson

Beauty -- be not caused -- It Is --

Beauty -- be not caused -- It Is -- Chase it, and it ceases -- Chase it not, and it abides -- Overtake the Creases In the Meadow -- when the Wind Runs his fingers thro' it -- Deity will see to it That You never do it --
ContemplativeEmily Dickinson

"Nature" is what we see --

"Nature" is what we see -- The Hill -- the Afternoon -- Squirrel -- Eclipse -- the Bumble bee -- Nay -- Nature is Heaven -- Nature is what we hear -- The Bobolink -- the Sea -- Thunder -- the Cricket -- Nay -- Nature is Harmony -- Nature is what we know -- Yet have no art to say -- So impotent Our Wisdom is To her Simplicity.
ContemplativeEmily Dickinson

When I hoped I feared --

When I hoped I feared -- Since I hoped I dared Everywhere alone As a Church remain -- Spectre cannot harm -- Serpent cannot charm -- He deposes Doom Who hath suffered him --
ContemplativeEmily Dickinson

In snow thou comest --

In snow thou comest -- Thou shalt go with the resuming ground, The sweet derision of the crow, And Glee's advancing sound. In fear thou comest -- Thou shalt go at such a gait of joy That man anew embark to live Upon the depth of thee.
ContemplativeEmily Dickinson

For Death -- or rather

For Death -- or rather For the Things 'twould buy -- This -- put away Life's Opportunity -- The Things that Death will buy Are Room -- Escape from Circumstances -- And a Name -- With Gifts of Life How Death's Gifts may compare -- We know not -- For the Rates -- lie Here --
ContemplativeEmily Dickinson

Nature rarer uses Yellow

Nature rarer uses Yellow Than another Hue. Saves she all of that for Sunsets Prodigal of Blue Spending Scarlet, like a Woman Yellow she affords Only scantly and selectly Like a Lover's Words.
ContemplativeEmily Dickinson

'Twould ease -- a Butterfly --

'Twould ease -- a Butterfly -- Elate -- a Bee -- Thou'rt neither -- Neither -- thy capacity -- But, Blossom, were I, I would rather be Thy moment Than a Bee's Eternity -- Content of fading Is enough for me -- Fade I unto Divinity -- And Dying -- Lifetime -- Ample as the Eye -- Her least attention raise on me --
ContemplativeEmily Dickinson

I'm sorry for the Dead -- Today --

I'm sorry for the Dead -- Today -- It's such congenial times Old Neighbors have at fences -- It's time o' year for Hay. And Broad -- Sunburned Acquaintance Discourse between the Toil -- And laugh, a homely species That makes the Fences smile -- It seems so straight to lie away From all of the noise of Fields -- The Busy Carts -- the fragrant Cocks -- The Mower's Metre -- Steals -- A Trouble lest they're homesick -- Those Farmers -- and their Wives -- Set separate from the Farming -- And all the Neighbors' lives --

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