Poems about stirred (50 Poems)
Music (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
I PRELUDE Daughter of Psyche, pledge of that last night When, pierced with pain and bitter-sweet delight, She knew her Love and saw her Lord depart, Then breathed her wonder and her woe forlorn Into a single cry, and thou … Continue reading
A Legend of Service (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
It pleased the Lord of Angels (praise His name!) To hear, one day, report from those who came With pitying sorrow, or exultant joy, To tell of earthly tasks in His employ: For some were sorry when they saw how … Continue reading
The World — feels Dusty (Emily Dickinson Poem)
The World — feels Dusty When We stop to Die – We want the Dew — then – Honors — taste dry – Flags — vex a Dying face – But the least Fan Stirred by a friend’s Hand – … Continue reading
Revolution is the Pod (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Revolution is the Pod Systems rattle from When the Winds of Will are stirred Excellent is Bloom But except its Russet Base Every Summer be The Entomber of itself, So of Liberty – Left inactive on the Stalk All its … Continue reading
Like Flowers, that heard the news of Dews, (Emily Dickinson Poem)
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 – … Continue reading
I’ve dropped my Brain — My Soul is numb — (Emily Dickinson Poems)
I’ve dropped my Brain — My Soul is numb – The Veins that used to run Stop palsied — ’tis Paralysis Done perfecter on stone Vitality is Carved and cool. My nerve in Marble lies – A Breathing Woman Yesterday … Continue reading
A Wind that rose (Emily Dickinson Poem)
A Wind that rose Though not a Leaf In any Forest stirred But with itself did cold engage Beyond the Realm of Bird – A Wind that woke a lone Delight Like Separation’s Swell Restored in Arctic Confidence To the … Continue reading
Like Rain it sounded till it curved (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Like Rain it sounded till it curved And then I new ’twas Wind – It walked as wet as any Wave But swept as dry as sand – When it had pushed itself away To some remotest Plain A coming … Continue reading
‘Twas like a Maelstrom, with a notch, (Emily Dickinson Poems)
‘Twas like a Maelstrom, with a notch, That nearer, every Day, Kept narrowing its boiling Wheel Until the Agony Toyed coolly with the final inch Of your delirious Hem – And you dropt, lost, When something broke – And let … Continue reading
A Bird came down the Walk (Emily Dickinson Poem)
A Bird came down the Walk – He did not know I saw – He bit an Angleworm in halves And ate the fellow, raw, And then he drank a Dew From a convenient Grass – And then hopped sidewise … Continue reading