Poems about transport (34 Poems)
Moving the Shed (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
What a project to move a ten by ten heavy, dead weight heavy wooden shed from the middle of the yard to the far back corner forty feet laterally and back another thirty feet An engineer, a contractor discussed the … Continue reading
Love’s Usury (John Donne Poems)
For every hour that thou wilt spare me now I will allow, Usurious God of Love, twenty to thee, When with my brown my gray hairs equal be; Till then, Love, let my body reign, and let Me travel, sojourn, … Continue reading
Which is the best — the Moon or the Crescent? (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Which is the best — the Moon or the Crescent? Neither — said the Moon – That is best which is not — Achieve it – You efface the Sheen. Not of detention is Fruition – Shudder to attain. Transport’s … Continue reading
To learn the Transport by the Pain (Emily Dickinson Poem)
To learn the Transport by the Pain As Blind Men learn the sun! To die of thirst — suspecting That Brooks in Meadows run! To stay the homesick — homesick feet Upon a foreign shore – Haunted by native lands, … Continue reading
Those fair — fictitious People (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Those fair — fictitious People – The Women — plucked away From our familiar Lifetime – The Men of Ivory – Those Boys and Girls, in Canvas – Who stay upon the Wall In Everlasting Keepsake – Can Anybody tell? … Continue reading
The Wind took up the Northern Things (Emily Dickinson Poem)
The Wind took up the Northern Things And piled them in the south – Then gave the East unto the West And opening his mouth The four Divisions of the Earth Did make as to devour While everything to corners … Continue reading
The Way I read a Letter’s — this — (Emily Dickinson Poems)
The Way I read a Letter’s — this – ‘Tis first — I lock the Door – And push it with my fingers — next – For transport it be sure – And then I go the furthest off To … Continue reading
The Way to know the Bobolink (Emily Dickinson Poem)
The Way to know the Bobolink From every other Bird Precisely as the Joy of him – Obliged to be inferred. Of impudent Habiliment Attired to defy, Impertinence subordinate At times to Majesty. Of Sentiments seditious Amenable to Law – … Continue reading
The Robin is a Gabriel (Emily Dickinson Poem)
The Robin is a Gabriel In humble circumstances – His Dress denotes him socially, Of Transport’s Working Classes – He has the punctuality Of the New England Farmer – The same oblique integrity, A Vista vastly warmer – A small … Continue reading
The Past is such a curious Creature (Emily Dickinson Poem)
The Past is such a curious Creature To look her in the Face A Transport may receipt us Or a Disgrace – Unarmed if any meet her I charge him fly Her faded Ammunition Might yet reply. (Emily Dickinson)