0019 Her Question
(dedicated to Sus Goldner and Emily Dickinson)
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I -
He?
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Ms.Emily's Song
She n'er laiughed at much
I've heard
While her smile filled the air
Giggling only at the Butterfly and Bird
And for the Bee a heartfelt prayer
She n'er romanced in her life
I've been told
The Amherst moon divulged the news
Her soul wrapped 'round the yellow gold
The Galaxy 'twas her Muse
The 'Northern Lights' they beckoned
Her away from sod and the Bee
And took her heart in tender grasp
And filled it: 'with promise of eternity'
Dedicated to my favorite poet:
Miss Emily Dickinson
Born: Amherst Mass
December 10,1830
Died May 15,1886
Also Dedicated To:
David J. Peretti
Washington State Patrol
My first love
poem by Theodora Onken
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I did not seek death but she came along (cavatina sequence)
(after Emily Dickinson)
I did not seek death but she came along,
was visiting
in passing looked at me wearily;
I was shooting,
she was a entrancing, lewd, lascivious
kind of being;
who really did love destruction and war,
she promised to visit me once more.
She said that all of her kisses and bliss
would transport me
into a unknown distant restful place,
eternity
was one of her many vague promises,
from her grasp free
grenades, rockets, shells detonated
while still in vain, with longing, she waited.
["Because I Could Not Stop for Death" by Emily Dickinson.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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Mrs. Browne and Me
Mrs. Browne traveled roads
Passed upon by me
Inviting into nature
The butterfly and bee
She walked e'er so gently
Down in the vale
Listening to the melodies
Of the sweet Nighingale
Mrs. Browne held out her hands
And welcomed in the sun
In the valley mist
Where pollination 'tis done
Hark can't you hear the buzz
Of the bumble bee?
Mrs. Browne and i
Are in very good company
(Dedicated to: Emily Dickinson)
poem by Theodora Onken
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He put the Belt around my life
He put the Belt around my life
I heard the Buckle snap—
And turned away, imperial,
My Lifetime folding up—
Deliberate, as a Duke would do
A Kingdom's Title Deed—
Henceforth, a Dedicated sort—
A Member of the Cloud.
Yet not too far to come at call—
And do the little Toils
That make the Circuit of the Rest—
And deal occasional smiles
To lives that stoop to notice mine—
And kindly ask it in—
Whose invitation, know you not
For Whom I must decline?
Emily DICKINSON
Elegy For Jane Kenyon (2)
Jane is big
with death, Don
sad and kind - Jane
though she's dying
is full of mind
We talk about the table
the little walnut one
how it's like
Emily Dickinson's
But Don says No
Dickinson's
was made of iron. No
said Jane
Of flesh.
poem by Jean Valentine
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Inferior To You (A Poem To Emily Dickinson)
INFERIOR TO YOU (A POEM TO EMILY DICKINSON)
Inferior to you
And your metaphor-rich mind
I can only pretend
We’re two of a kind.
Dear Emily
I love you,
But after all these years
Nothing will marry us
Save our too mortal fears..
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Emily Dickinson Is Not Borges
EMILY DICKINSON IS NOT BORGES
Emily Dickinson is not Borges
And Borges is not Kafka
And Kafka is not Dickens
And no one is Shakespeare-
Each one is only one self
Except for those who are many selves
And those who are many selves
Do not know
Who they themselves are-
Lear is not Falstaff
And Falstaff is not Hamlet
And Hamlet is not Shakespeare
And Shakespeare is not Donne-
No one is anyone but themselves
And even those who are really ‘someone'
Are not all the others who also are-
And we who are nothing at all?
What are we?
We are not nothing at all.
We are not great
And no one will remember our names
But we are still here now
Reading Borges and Dickenson and Kafka and Shakespeare
And wondering how and why
There are those in a world of their own
With names of their own
They themselves will never completely know.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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He put the Belt around my life
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He put the Belt around my life
I heard the Buckle snap—
And turned away, imperial,
My Lifetime folding up—
Deliberate, as a Duke would do
A Kingdom's Title Deed—
Henceforth, a Dedicated sort—
A Member of the Cloud.
Yet not too far to come at call—
And do the little Toils
That make the Circuit of the Rest—
And deal occasional smiles
To lives that stoop to notice mine—
And kindly ask it in—
Whose invitation, know you not
For Whom I must decline?
poem by Emily Dickinson
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Emily's Garden
The Red Tulips are so captivating--
And the Dandelions just seem to roar---
Astonishing Mother Earth-who'd just given birth--
To the Daffodils only just moments before;
The Yellow colour is so delightful--
That it all but drowns out the Buttercups hue--
Blazing like no other in the Garden----
They are what give this Garden its majestic view;
Let us not forget the Crocus standing proud---
Nor the Violet or Lilac in the Garden Glen---
A Purple Haze can be sooo insightful---
Most especially with the Lavender 'round the bend;
Oh sooo many colours complete it--
This Garden of the World-upon Gods Green Earth--
That i simply must take time to express it---
To say: 'Thank you' for all the flowers most glorious birth! ;
'She slept beneath a tree--
Remembered by me
I touched her cradle mute-
She recognized the foot--
Put on her carmine suit
And see'
Emily Dickinson
1830-1886
This is a dedication to: The exibition in New York
'Emily Dickinson's Garden: The Poetry Of Flowers
At The New York Botantical Gardens in the Bronx Borough
Of New York. It is opening a garden inspired by 19th century poet Emily Dickinson. The exibition runs through June 13,2010.
poem by Theodora Onken
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Flinging The F-word
I suppose some of you versifiers
think the use of the f-word
puts that extra zing
in your lines
You think the truth is as crude
and coarse as your writing is
You abandon all standards
convinced of your righteous
intent
You ignore Emily's rule-
'Tell all theTruth but tell it slant-'
Emily Dickinson's
metaphor for
her lack of directness
is the stuff of poetry
poem by Michael Pruchnicki
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I'm nobody, who are you?
quote by Emily Dickinson
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Saying nothing... sometimes says the most.
quote by Emily Dickinson
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They say that God is everywhere, and yet we always think of Him as somewhat of a recluse.
quote by Emily Dickinson
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Summer Fall
'As imperceptibly as Grief
The Summer lapsed away'
No matter how tightly i hung on
The Summer would not stay! ;
The Autumn came in heavily
Weighted by its dying leaves
Their burnished-russet just blew away
Taken by more than an Autumn breeze;
For it 'twas an icy-icy wind
That took my mother that day
'Twas but a thief in the November night
Blanketed in: Grief Stricken Clouds Of grey;
For my mother
Who shares a birthday with Emily Dickinson
Using: 'As imperceptibly as Grief the Summer lapsed away'
As my inspiration
This was an Emily Dickinson quote
Missing you still this day, mama
By: Theodora Onken
April 7,2012
poem by Theodora Onken
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Teach Him—When He makes the names
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Teach Him—When He makes the names—
Such an one—to say—
On his babbling—Berry—lips—
As should sound—to me—
Were my Ear—as near his nest—
As my thought—today—
As should sound—
"Forbid us not"—
Some like "Emily."
poem by Emily Dickinson
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My friends are my estate.
quote by Emily Dickinson
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For love is immortality.
quote by Emily Dickinson
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Where thou art, that is home.
quote by Emily Dickinson
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I dwell in possibility...
quote by Emily Dickinson
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It is better to be the hammer than the anvil.
quote by Emily Dickinson
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