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Famous Short Science Poems. Short Science Poetry by Famous Poets

Famous Short Science Poems. Short Science Poetry by Famous Poets. A collection of the all-time best Science short poems

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by Ogden Nash

The Firefly

 The firefly's flame 
Is something for which science has no name 
I can think of nothing eerier 
Than flying around with an unidentified glow on a 
person's posteerier.


by Emily Dickinson

Sunset at Night -- is natural

 Sunset at Night -- is natural --
But Sunset on the Dawn
Reverses Nature -- Master --
So Midnight's -- due -- at Noon.
Eclipses be -- predicted -- And Science bows them in -- But do one face us suddenly -- Jehovah's Watch -- is wrong.


by Dorothy Parker

Neither Bloody Nor Bowed

 They say of me, and so they should,
It's doubtful if I come to good.
I see acquaintances and friends Accumulating dividends, And making enviable names In science, art, and parlor games.
But I, despite expert advice, Keep doing things I think are nice, And though to good I never come- Inseparable my nose and thumb!


by Emily Dickinson

A science -- so the Savants say

 A science -- so the Savants say,
"Comparative Anatomy" --
By which a single bone --
Is made a secret to unfold
Of some rare tenant of the mold,
Else perished in the stone --

So to the eye prospective led,
This meekest flower of the mead
Upon a winter's day,
Stands representative in gold
Of Rose and Lily, manifold,
And countless Butterfly!


by Emily Dickinson

The Province of the Saved

 The Province of the Saved
Should be the Art -- To save --
Through Skill obtained in Themselves --
The Science of the Grave

No Man can understand
But He that hath endured
The Dissolution -- in Himself --
That Man -- be qualified

To qualify Despair
To Those who failing new --
Mistake Defeat for Death -- Each time --
Till acclimated -- to --


by Emily Dickinson

You taught me Waiting with Myself --

 You taught me Waiting with Myself --
Appointment strictly kept --
You taught me fortitude of Fate --
This -- also -- I have learnt --

An Altitude of Death, that could
No bitterer debar
Than Life -- had done -- before it --
Yet -- there is a Science more --

The Heaven you know -- to understand
That you be not ashamed
Of Me -- in Christ's bright Audience
Upon the further Hand --


by Edward Estlin (E E) Cummings

O sweet spontaneous

O sweet spontaneous
earth how often have
the
doting

fingers of
prurient philosophers pinched
and
poked

thee
has the naughty thumb
of science prodded
thy

beauty .
how often have religions taken thee upon their scraggy knees squeezing and buffeting thee that thou mightest conceive gods (but true to the incomparable couch of death thy rhythmic lover thou answerest them only with spring)