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πππππ The fields lay barren, the crops no more The farmer's heart heavy, his soul so sore His debts piled high, his hopes all gone He sees no way out, but to end it all.
By Safeera Sathar3 years ago in Poets
Unmoved β she notes the Chariots β pausing β At her low Gate β Unmoved β an Emperor be kneeling Upon her Mat β These lines are from the poem "This is my letter to the World" by Emily Dickinson. The poem explores the idea of communication and the relationship between the individual and the wider world.
By abdul3 years ago in Poets
I've known her β from an ample nation β Choose One β Then β close the Valves of her attention β Like Stone β These lines are from the poem "I've known a Lady" by Emily Dickinson. The poem describes the speaker's experience of knowing a woman who can intensely focus her attention.
"The Soul selects her own Society" The Soul selects her own Society β Then β shuts the Door β To her divine Majority β
How dreary to be somebody! How public, like a frog To tell your name the livelong day To an admiring bog! These lines are also from a poem by Emily Dickinson, titled "I'm Nobody! Who are you?" In the following lines of the poem, the speaker contrasts the freedom of being a nobody with the burdens of being a somebody.
"I'm Nobody! Who are you?" I'm nobody! Who are you? Are you nobody, too? Then there's a pair of us β don't tell! They'd banish us, you know.
Since then 'tis centuries, and yet each It Feels shorter than the day I first surmised the horses' heads We were toward eternity.
We paused before a house that seemed Swelling of the ground; The roof was scarcely visible, The cornice but a mound These lines are from the poem "Because I Could Not Stop for Death" by Emily Dickinson. In this stanza, the speaker and Death have stopped in front of a house that appears to be swelling off the ground.
Or rather, he passed us; The dews grew quivering and chill, For only gossamer my gown, My tippet only tulle. These lines are also from the same poem, "Because I Could Not Stop for Death" by Emily Dickinson. Here, the speaker continues to describe her carriage ride with Death, but the perspective shifts to the experience of the speaker as they pass through a field.
We passed the school, where children strove At recess, in the ring; We passed the fields of gazing grain, We passed the setting sun.
The wine at Le Snooty CafΓ© Costs a fortune and tastes like stale hay. No one wants to look crass So they down the whole glass,
By Sonia Heidi Unruh3 years ago in Poets
A simple vessel, clear and bright, A water bottle, a helpful sight, In hand it sits, a trusty friend, A drink of water, it can extend.
By new king3 years ago in Poets
