34. The Poetry of Robert Frost ( Read more... )

And just because I love it, esp. stanza 4 ( Read more... )

Oh dear:

I dwell in Possibility -
A fairer House than Prose -
More numerous of Windows -
Superior - for Doors -

Of Chambers as the Cedars -
Impregnable of Eye -
and for an Everlasting Roof
The Gambrels of the Sky -

Of Visitors - the fairest -
For Occupation - This -
The spreading wide my narrow Hands
To gather Paradise -And "One need not be a ( Read more... )

960

The Heart has narrow Banks
It measures like the Sea
In mighty - unremitting Bass
And Blue monotony

Till Hurricane bisect
And as itself discerns
It's insufficient Area
The Heart convulsive learns

That Calm is but a Wall
Of Unattempted Gauze
An instant's Push demolishes
A Questioning - dissolves.

Maybe alluding to the lights again? I think I need to see the auroras. (I have a dim memory of my father making me stand on the lawn and watch some distant smudgy horizon laser show in early childhood. Not much makes it to Ohio ( Read more... )

I hallucinate something of a sequence to these ones ( Read more... )

Especially since ( Read more... )

Could this, too, be an aurora poem then?

My period had come for Prayer -
No other Art - would do -
My Tactics missed a rudiment -
Creator - Was it you?

God grows above - so those who pray
Horizons - must ascend -
And so I stepped upon the North
To see this Curious Friend -

His House was not - no sign had He -
By Chimney - nor by Door
Could I infer his ( Read more... )

This Dickinson ( Read more... )

...strength alone though of the Muses born
is like a fallen angel: trees uptorn,
Darkness, and worms, and shrouds, and sepulchres
Delight it; for it feeds upon the burrs,
And thorns of life; forgetting the great end
Of poesy, that it should be a friend
To soothe the cares, and lift the thoughts of man.I wonder if this spurred Dickinson to write ( Read more... )