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Before I Knocked
© Dylan Thomas
Before I knocked and flesh let enter,
With liquid hands tapped on the womb,
I who was as shapeless as the water
That shaped the Jordan near my home
Was brother to Mnetha's daughter
And sister to the fathering worm.
A Child's Christmas In Wales
© Dylan Thomas
One Christmas was so much like another, in those years around the sea-town corner now and out of all sound
except the distant speaking of the voices I sometimes hear a moment before sleep, that I can never remember
whether it snowed for six days and six nights when I was twelve or whether it snowed for twelve days and twelve
nights when I was six.
Fern Hill
© Dylan Thomas
Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs
About the lilting house and happy as the grass was green,
The night above the dingle starry,
Time let me hail and climb
My Father's Love Letters
© Yusef Komunyakaa
On Fridays he'd open a can of Jax
After coming home from the mill,
& ask me to write a letter to my mother
Who sent postcards of desert flowers
V
© Tony Harrison
Next millennium you'll have to search quite hard
to find my slab behind the family dead,
butcher, publican, and baker, now me, bard
adding poetry to their beef, beer and bread.
With sweetness unabated
© Emily Dickinson
With sweetness unabated
Informed the hour had come
With no remiss of triumph
The autumn started home
Where Thou art -- that -- is Home --
© Emily Dickinson
Where Thou art -- that -- is Home --
Cashmere -- or Calvary -- the same --
Degree -- or Shame --
I scarce esteem Location's Name --
So I may Come --
What did They do since I saw Them?
© Emily Dickinson
What did They do since I saw Them?
Were They industrious?
So many questions to put Them
Have I the eagerness
Up Life's Hill with my my little Bundle
© Emily Dickinson
Up Life's Hill with my my little Bundle
If I prove it steep --
If a Discouragement withhold me --
If my newest step
To the bright east she flies,
© Emily Dickinson
To the bright east she flies,
Brothers of Paradise
Remit her home,
Without a change of wings,
Or Love's convenient things,
Enticed to come.
To offer brave assistance
© Emily Dickinson
To offer brave assistance
To Lives that stand alone --
When One has failed to stop them --
Is Human -- but Divine
To learn the Transport by the Pain
© Emily Dickinson
To learn the Transport by the Pain
As Blind Men learn the sun!
To die of thirst -- suspecting
That Brooks in Meadows run!
To her derided Home
© Emily Dickinson
Of Bliss the Codes are few --
As Jesus cites of Him --
"Come unto me" the moiety
That wafts the Seraphim --
Those fair -- fictitious People
© Emily Dickinson
Those fair -- fictitious People --
The Women -- plucked away
From our familiar Lifetime --
The Men of Ivory --
Tho' I get home how late -- how late
© Emily Dickinson
To think just how the fire will burn --
Just how long-cheated eyes will turn --
To wonder what myself will say,
And what itself, will say to me --
Beguiles the Centuries of way!
This is a Blossom of the Brain --
© Emily Dickinson
This is a Blossom of the Brain --
A small -- italic Seed
Lodged by Design or Happening
The Spirit fructified --
There are two Ripenings -- one -- of sight
© Emily Dickinson
There are two Ripenings -- one -- of sight --
Whose forces Spheric wind
Until the Velvet product
Drop spicy to the ground --
The waters chased him as he fled,
© Emily Dickinson
The waters chased him as he fled,
Not daring look behind --
A billow whispered in his Ear,
"Come home with me, my friend --
The Sunrise runs for Both --
© Emily Dickinson
The Sunrise runs for Both --
The East -- Her Purple Troth
Keeps with the Hill --
The Noon unwinds Her Blue
Till One Breadth cover Two --
Remotest -- still --
The Sun retired to a cloud
© Emily Dickinson
The Sun retired to a cloud
A Woman's shawl as big --
And then he sulked in mercury
Upon a scarlet log --
