Best Famous Circumspect Poems

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Written by Emily Dickinson | The butterfly obtains The butterfly obtains But little sympathy Though favorably mentioned In Entomology -- Because he travels freely And wears a proper coat The circumspect are certain That he is dissolute -- Had he the homely scutcheon Of modest Industry 'Twere fitter certifying For Immortality --

Written by Emily Dickinson | The Mushroom is the Elf of Plants -- The Mushroom is the Elf of Plants -- At Evening, it is not -- At Morning, in a Truffled Hut It stop upon a Spot As if it tarried always And yet its whole Career Is shorter than a Snake's Delay And fleeter than a Tare -- 'Tis Vegetation's Juggler -- The Germ of Alibi -- Doth like a Bubble antedate And like a Bubble, hie -- I feel as if the Grass was pleased To have it intermit -- This surreptitious scion Of Summer's circumspect. Had Nature any supple Face Or could she one contemn -- Had Nature an Apostate -- That Mushroom -- it is Him!

Written by Eugene Field | Ben apfelgarten There was a certain gentleman, Ben Apfelgarten called, Who lived way off in Germany a many years ago, And he was very fortunate in being very bald And so was very happy he was so. He warbled all the day Such songs as only they Who are very, very circumspect and very happy may; The people wondered why, As the years went gliding by, They never heard him once complain or even heave a sigh! The women of the province fell in love with genial Ben, Till (may be you can fancy it) the dickens was to pay Among the callow students and the sober-minded men-- With the women-folk a-cuttin' up that way! Why, they gave him turbans red To adorn his hairless head, And knitted jaunty nightcaps to protect him when abed! In vain the rest demurred-- Not a single chiding word Those ladies deigned to tolerate--remonstrance was absurd! Things finally got into such a very dreadful way That the others (oh, how artful) formed the politic design To send him to the reichstag; so, one dull November day, They elected him a member from the Rhine! Then the other members said: "Gott im Himmel! what a head!" But they marvelled when his speeches they listened to or read; And presently they cried: "There must be heaps inside Of the smooth and shiny cranium his constituents deride!" Well, when at last he up 'nd died--long past his ninetieth year-- The strangest and the most lugubrious funeral he had, For women came in multitudes to weep upon his bier-- The men all wond'ring why on earth the women had gone mad! And this wonderment increased Till the sympathetic priest Inquired of those same ladies: "Why this fuss about deceased?" Whereupon were they appalled, For, as one, those women squalled: "We doted on deceased for being bald--bald--bald!" He was bald because his genius burnt that shock of hair away Which, elsewise, clogs one's keenness and activity of mind; And (barring present company, of course) I'm free to say That, after all, it's intellect that captures womankind. At any rate, since then (With a precedent in Ben), The women-folk have been in love with us bald-headed men!

Written by Rg Gregory | agapanthus - african lily [from agape (love); anthus (flower)] you may not be willing to notice me i have an awkward sense of myself my name can be hard on the tongue i do not grow easily in places where the sun only fitfully appears i've come a long way northwards gardens do not flatter my needs i am a shy sheltered plant - my leaves first come above the earth slowly serpenting about tasting the air then my stalks flex tentatively skywards uncertain of grace - people walk by me curiously expecting dis- appointment when my flowers deign to curtsey boorishly into the light they ignore i'm agape not eros my passion is a mute kind of longing a fund of good-feeling - i blend much more than possess (respect distance) bestow rather than demand my flowers voice outwards - trumpets toned down to temper their height my scores are obliged to be gentle i use only circumspect colours love is better for not being showy