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Matsuo Basho
A field of cotton
A field of cotton--
as if the moon
had flowered.
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by
Kobayashi Issa
In this world
In this world
we walk on the roof of hell,
gazing at flowers.
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by
Henry Van Dyke
Katrina's Sun-Dial
Hours fly,
Flowers die:
New days,
New ways:
Pass by!
Love stays.
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by
Matsuo Basho
A monk sips morning tea
A monk sips morning tea,
it's quiet,
the chrysanthemum's flowering.
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by
Kobayashi Issa
Under the image of Buddha
Under the image of Buddha
all these spring flowers
seem a little tiresome.
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by
Emily Dickinson
White as an Indian Pipe
White as an Indian Pipe
Red as a Cardinal Flower
Fabulous as a Moon at Noon
February Hour --
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by
Emily Dickinson
The good Will of a Flower
The good Will of a Flower
The Man who would possess
Must first present
Certificate
Of minted Holiness.
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by
Emily Dickinson
We introduce ourselves
We introduce ourselves
To Planets and to Flowers
But with ourselves
Have etiquettes
Embarrassments
And awes
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Emily Dickinson
My Season's furthest Flower --
My Season's furthest Flower --
I tenderer commend
Because I found Her Kinsmanless,
A Grace without a Friend.
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by
Friedrich von Schiller
The Animating Principle
Nowhere in the organic or sensitive world ever kindles
Novelty, save in the flower, noblest creation of life.
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by
Emily Dickinson
Between My Country -- and the Others --
Between My Country -- and the Others --
There is a Sea --
But Flowers -- negotiate between us --
As Ministry.
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by
Emily Dickinson
The stem of a departed Flower
The stem of a departed Flower
Has still a silent rank.
The Bearer from an Emerald Court
Of a Despatch of Pink.
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by
Emily Dickinson
I hide myself within my flower,
I hide myself within my flower,
That fading from your Vase,
You, unsuspecting, feel for me --
Almost a loneliness.
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Emily Dickinson
The Sun is one -- and on the Tare
The Sun is one -- and on the Tare
He doth as punctual call
As on the conscientious Flower
And estimates them all --
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by
Emily Dickinson
So gay a Flower
So gay a Flower
Bereaves the Mind
As if it were a Woe --
Is Beauty an Affliction -- then?
Tradition ought to know --
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by
Richard Wilbur
Having Misidentified A Wildflower
A thrush, because I'd been wrong,
Burst rightly into song
In a world not vague, not lonely,
Not governed by me only.
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Emily Dickinson
A Flower will not trouble her, it has so small a Foot,
A Flower will not trouble her, it has so small a Foot,
And yet if you compare the Lasts,
Hers is the smallest Boot --
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by
Kobayashi Issa
Windy fall
At my daughter's grave, thirty days
after her death:
Windy fall--
these are the scarlet flowers
she liked to pick.
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Emily Dickinson
Oh, honey of an hour,
Oh, honey of an hour,
I never knew thy power,
Prohibit me
Till my minutest dower,
My unfrequented flower,
Deserving be.
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Emily Dickinson
The Grace -- Myself -- might not obtain --
The Grace -- Myself -- might not obtain --
Confer upon My flower --
Refracted but a Countenance --
For I -- inhabit Her --
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Emily Dickinson
Morning -- is the place for Dew
Morning -- is the place for Dew --
Corn -- is made at Noon --
After dinner light -- for flowers --
Dukes -- for Setting Sun!
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by
Robert Herrick
WHY FLOWERS CHANGE COLOUR
These fresh beauties, we can prove,
Once were virgins, sick of love,
Turn'd to flowers: still in some,
Colours go and colours come.
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Emily Dickinson
The fairest Home I ever knew
The fairest Home I ever knew
Was founded in an Hour
By Parties also that I knew
A spider and a Flower --
A manse of mechlin and of Floes --
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Barry Tebb
WAITING
I am waiting for the sky to flower
Like poems in a winter mind:
And yet they come, maybe trailing along
An urchin gang, sobbing and snotty-nosed.
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Poem (As the cat)
As the cat
climbed over
the top of
the jamcloset
first the right
forefoot
carefully
then the hind
stepped down
into the pit of
the empty
flowerpot
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