Poèmes sur le thème : winter

Poèmes sur le thème « winter » sur Poets.by.

JoyeuxEmily Dickinson

Snow flakes.

Snow flakes. I counted till they danced so Their slippers leaped the town, And then I took a pencil To note the rebels down. And then they grew so jolly I did resign the prig, And ten of my once stately toes Are marshalled for a jig!
ContemplatifEmily Dickinson

'Twas later when the summer went

'Twas later when the summer went Than when the Cricket came -- And yet we knew that gentle Clock Meant nought but Going Home -- 'Twas sooner when the Cricket went Than when the Winter came Yet that pathetic Pendulum Keeps esoteric Time.
ContemplatifEmily Dickinson

Glass was the Street -- in tinsel Peril

Glass was the Street -- in tinsel Peril Tree and Traveller stood -- Filled was the Air with merry venture Hearty with Boys the Road -- Shot the lithe Sleds like shod vibrations Emphasized and gone It is the Past's supreme italic Makes this Present mean --
ContemplatifEmily Dickinson

Winter is good -- his Hoar Delights

Winter is good -- his Hoar Delights Italic flavor yield To Intellects inebriate With Summer, or the World -- Generic as a Quarry And hearty -- as a Rose -- Invited with Asperity But welcome when he goes.
ContemplatifEmily 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.
ContemplatifEmily 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.
TristeEmily Dickinson

Some, too fragile for winter winds

Some, too fragile for winter winds The thoughtful grave encloses -- Tenderly tucking them in from frost Before their feet are cold. Never the treasures in her nest The cautious grave exposes, Building where schoolboy dare not look, And sportsman is not bold. This covert have all the children Early aged, and often cold, Sparrow, unnoticed by the Father -- Lambs for whom time had not a fold.
ContemplatifEmily Dickinson

Snow beneath whose chilly softness

Snow beneath whose chilly softness Some that never lay Make their first Repose this Winter I admonish Thee Blanket Wealthier the Neighbor We so new bestow Than thine acclimated Creature Wilt Thou, Austere Snow?
ContemplatifEmily Dickinson

Twice had Summer her fair Verdure

Twice had Summer her fair Verdure Proffered to the Plain -- Twice a Winter's silver Fracture On the Rivers been -- Two full Autumns for the Squirrel Bounteous prepared -- Nature, Had'st thou not a Berry For thy wandering Bird?
ContemplatifEmily Bronte

Love and Friendship

Love is like the wild rose-briar, Friendship like the holly-tree -- The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms But which will bloom most contantly? The wild-rose briar is sweet in the spring, Its summer blossoms scent the air; Yet wait till winter comes again And who wil call the wild-briar fair? Then scorn the silly rose-wreath now And deck thee with the holly's sheen, That when December blights thy brow He may still leave thy garland green.
ContemplatifEmily Dickinson

A Wind that rose

A Wind that rose Though not a Leaf In any Forest stirred But with itself did cold engage Beyond the Realm of Bird -- A Wind that woke a lone Delight Like Separation's Swell Restored in Arctic Confidence To the Invisible --