Poems on the topic: wonder

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

CheerfulGerard Manley Hopkins

The Starlight Night

Look at the stars! look, look up at the skies! O look at all the fire-folk sitting in the air! The bright boroughs, the circle-citadels there! Down in dim woods the diamond delves! the elves'-eyes! The grey lawns cold where gold, where quickgold lies! Wind-beat whitebeam! airy abeles set on a flare! Flake-doves sent floating forth at a farmyard scare!— Ah well! it is all a purchase, all is a prize. Buy then! bid then!—What?—Prayer, patience, aims, vows. Look, look: a May-mess, like on orchard boughs! Look! March-bloom, like on mealed-with-yellow sallows! These are indeed the barn; withindoors house The shocks. This piece-bright paling shuts the spouse
ContemplativeEmily Dickinson

Lightly stepped a yellow star

Lightly stepped a yellow star To its lofty place -- Loosed the Moon her silver hat From her lustral Face -- All of Evening softly lit As an Astral Hall -- Father, I observed to Heaven, You are punctual.
DreamyEmily Dickinson

I started Early -- Took my Dog --

I started Early -- Took my Dog -- And visited the Sea -- The Mermaids in the Basement Came out to look at me -- And Frigates -- in the Upper Floor Extended Hempen Hands -- Presuming Me to be a Mouse -- Aground -- upon the Sands -- But no Man moved Me -- till the Tide Went past my simple Shoe -- And past my Apron -- and my Belt -- And past my Bodice -- too -- And made as He would eat me up -- As wholly as a Dew Upon a Dandelion's Sleeve -- And then -- I started -- too --
CheerfulEmily Dickinson

A something in a summer's Day

A something in a summer's Day As slow her flambeaux burn away Which solemnizes me. A something in a summer's noon -- A depth -- an Azure -- a perfume -- Transcending ecstasy. And still within a summer's night A something so transporting bright I clap my hands to see -- Then veil my too inspecting face Lets such a subtle -- shimmering grace Flutter too far for me -- The wizard fingers never rest -- The purple brook within the breast Still chafes it narrow bed -- Still rears the East her amber Flag --
ContemplativeEmily Dickinson

My period had come for Prayer --

My period had come for Prayer -- No other Art -- would do -- My Tactics missed a rudiment -- Creator -- Was it you? God grows above -- so those who pray Horizons -- must ascend -- And so I stepped upon the North To see this Curious Friend -- His House was not -- no sign had He -- By Chimney -- nor by Door Could I infer his Residence -- Vast Prairies of Air Unbroken by a Settler -- Were all that I could see -- Infinitude -- Had'st Thou no Face That I might look on Thee?
ContemplativeEmily Dickinson

Hope is a strange invention --

Hope is a strange invention -- A Patent of the Heart -- In unremitting action Yet never wearing out -- Of this electric Adjunct Not anything is known But its unique momentum Embellish all we own --
ContemplativeEmily Dickinson

As if some little Arctic flower

As if some little Arctic flower Upon the polar hem -- Went wandering down the Latitudes Until it puzzled came To continents of summer -- To firmaments of sun -- To strange, bright crowds of flowers -- And birds, of foreign tongue! I say, As if this little flower To Eden, wandered in -- What then? Why nothing, Only, your inference therefrom!
ContemplativeEmily Dickinson

To flee from memory

To flee from memory Had we the Wings Many would fly Inured to slower things Birds with surprise Would scan the cowering Van Of men escaping From the mind of man
ContemplativeEmily Dickinson

Summer laid her simple Hat

Summer laid her simple Hat On its boundless Shelf -- Unobserved -- a Ribbon slipt, Snatch it for yourself. Summer laid her supple Glove In its sylvan Drawer -- Wheresoe'er, or was she -- The demand of Awe?
ContemplativeEmily Dickinson

I lost a World -- the other day!

I lost a World -- the other day! Has Anybody found? You'll know it by the Row of Stars Around its forehead bound. A Rich man -- might not notice it -- Yet -- to my frugal Eye, Of more Esteem than Ducats -- Oh find it -- Sir -- for me!
ContemplativeEmily Dickinson

Like Flowers, that heard the news of Dews,

Like Flowers, that heard the news of Dews, But never deemed the dripping prize Awaited their -- low Brows -- Or Bees -- that thought the Summer's name Some rumor of Delirium, No Summer -- could -- for Them -- Or Arctic Creatures, dimly stirred -- By Tropic Hint -- some Travelled Bird Imported to the Wood -- Or Wind's bright signal to the Ear -- Making that homely, and severe, Contented, known, before -- The Heaven -- unexpected come, To Lives that thought the Worshipping A too presumptuous Psalm --
ContemplativeEmily Dickinson

As if the Sea should part

As if the Sea should part And show a further Sea -- And that -- a further -- and the Three But a presumption be -- Of Periods of Seas -- Unvisited of Shores -- Themselves the Verge of Seas to be -- Eternity -- is Those --

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