A Little Road Not Made of Man, by Emily Dickinson
A little road not made of man,
Enabled of the...
Animal Poems
May-Flower, by Emily Dickinson
Pink, small, and punctual,
Aromatic, low, ...
Mine, by Emily Dickinson
Mine by the right of the white election!
Mine ...
The Nearest Dream Recedes, by Emily Dickinson
The nearest dream recedes, unrealized.
The he...
Our Share of Night to Bear, by Emily Dickinson
Our share of night to bear,
Our share of morn...
The Pedigree of Honey, by Emily Dickinson
The pedigree of honey
Does not concern the bee...
Psalm of the Day, by Emily Dickinson
A something in a summer's day,
As slow her fl...
Purple Clover, by Emily Dickinson
There is a flower that bees prefer,
And butte...
Safe In Their Alabaster Chambers, by Emily Dickinson
Safe in their alabaster chambers,
Untouched b...
The Secret, by Emily Dickinson
Some things that fly there be, --
Birds, hou...
Summer's Armies, by Emily Dickinson
Some rainbow coming from the fair!
Some vision...
There's a Certain Slant of Light, by Emily Dickinson
There's a certain slant of light,
On winter a...
A Train Went Through a Burial Gate, by Emily Dickinson
A train went through a burial gate,
A bird br...
Two Worlds, by Emily Dickinson
It makes no difference abroad,
The seasons fi...
Why?, by Emily Dickinson
THE murmur of a bee
A witchcraft yieldeth me.
...
The Wind, by Emily Dickinson
Of all the sounds despatched abroad,
There's ...
A Wounded Deer Leaps Highest, by Emily Dickinson
A wounded deer leaps highest,
I've heard the ...
Come Rhiannon, by Julie Rutherford
Come Rhiannon
forget, the blackbirds
...
Hermitage Thoughts, by Julie Rutherford
Woodpecker tapping
Surprises me
Out of solit...
Is God In the Marshes?, by Julie Rutherford
On the marshes,
in the darkness,
before,
...
Solitude, Shared, by Julie Rutherford
Solitude,
...
Three Tanka, by Julie Rutherford
In the winter's sun reflection
the red sky
I ...
Whale Tooth, by Julie Rutherford
A whale's tooth
Lays on the window sill,
The...
After Three Years, by Paul Verlaine
When I had pushed the narrow garden-door,
Onc...
An Autumn View, by Du Fu
Across our view no bounds clear Autumn throws.
...