I held a Jewel in my fingers—
And went to sleep—
The day was warm, and winds were prosy—
I said “‘Twill keep”—
I woke—and chid my honest fingers,
The Gem was gone—
And now, an Amethyst remembrance
Is all I own—
19th Century American poetry
poem by Stephen Crane
In the desert
I saw a creature, naked, bestial,
Who, squatting on the ground,
Held his heart in his hands,
And ate of it.
I said, “Is it good, friend?”
“It is bitter–bitter,” he answered;
“But I like it
“Because it is bitter,
“And because it is my heart.”
poem on Nature by Emily Dickinson
“Nature” is what we see–
The Hill–the Afternoon–
Squirrel–Eclipse–the Bumble bee–
Nay–Nature is Heaven–
Nature is what we hear–
The Bobolink–the Sea–
Thunder–the Cricket–
Nay–Nature is Harmony–
Nature is what we know–
Yet have no art to say–
So impotent Our Wisdom is
To her Simplicity.
Wild Nights–Wild Nights! by Emily Dickinson
Wild Nights–Wild Nights!
Were I with thee
Wild Nights should be
Our luxury!
Futile–the Winds–
To a heart in port–
Done with the Compass–
Done with the Chart!
Rowing in Eden–
Ah, the Sea!
Might I but moor–Tonight–
In Thee!
from Song of the Open Road by Walt Whitman
You road I enter upon and look around,
I believe you are not all that is here,
I believe that much unseen is also here.
Leonard Durso 