Poems on the topic: nature

Poems on the topic “nature” on Poets.by.

ContemplativeEmily Dickinson

Spring is the Period

Spring is the Period Express from God. Among the other seasons Himself abide, But during March and April None stir abroad Without a cordial interview With God.
ContemplativeEmily Dickinson

Nature and God -- I neither knew

Nature and God -- I neither knew Yet Both so well knew me They startled, like Executors Of My identity. Yet Neither told -- that I could learn -- My Secret as secure As Herschel's private interest Or Mercury's affair --
ContemplativeEmily Dickinson

Go not too near a House of Rose --

Go not too near a House of Rose -- The depredation of a Breeze -- Or inundation of a Dew Alarms its walls away -- Nor try to tie the Butterfly, Nor climb the Bars of Ecstasy, In insecurity to lie Is Joy's insuring quality.
ContemplativeEmily Dickinson

These are the Signs to Nature's Inns --

These are the Signs to Nature's Inns -- Her invitation broad To Whosoever famishing To taste her mystic Bread -- These are the rites of Nature's House -- The Hospitality That opens with an equal width To Beggar and to Bee For Sureties of her staunch Estate Her undecaying Cheer The Purple in the East is set And in the North, the Star --
DreamyEmily Dickinson

I'll tell you how the Sun rose

I'll tell you how the Sun rose -- A Ribbon at a time -- The Steeples swam in Amethyst -- The news, like Squirrels, ran -- The Hills untied their Bonnets -- The Bobolinks -- begun -- Then I said softly to myself -- "That must have been the Sun"! But how he set -- I know not -- There seemed a purple stile That little Yellow boys and girls Were climbing all the while -- Till when they reached the other side, A Dominie in Gray -- Put gently up the evening Bars -- And led the flock away --
CheerfulEmily Dickinson

Perhaps you'd like to buy a flower,

Perhaps you'd like to buy a flower, But I could never sell -- If you would like to borrow, Until the Daffodil Unties her yellow Bonnet Beneath the village door, Until the Bees, from Clover rows Their Hock, and Sherry, draw, Why, I will lend until just then, But not an hour more!
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

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.

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