2015 Poetry Theme Challenge

#18 Celebrating Poets: Emily Dickinson




Thank you everyone who took part in the last theme challenge. The next challenge is once more visiting the life and works of a great poet, Emily Dickinson. The challenge here is to express your reaction to the poetry or respond in some way to a particular poem of Emily's.

Why Do I Love You, Sir?

"Why do I love" You, Sir?
Because-
The Wind does not require the Grass
To answer-Wherefore when He pass
She cannot keep Her place.

Because He knows-and
Do not You-
And We know not-
Enough for Us
The Wisdom it be so-

The Lightning-never asked an Eye
Wherefore it shut-when He was by-
Because He knows it cannot speak-
And reasons not contained-
-Of Talk-
There be-preferred by Daintier Folk-

The Sunrise-Sire-compelleth Me-
Because He's Sunrise-and I see-
Therefore-Then-
I love Thee-

Emily Dickinson


Celebrating the Poets: Emily Dickinson



Terry Clitheroe

Beclouded
Charm Invests a Face

Response I
Response II
Response III

Jez Farmer

Empty Throne



Terry Clitheroe

Beclouded

The sky is low, the clouds are mean,
A travelling flake of snow
Across a barn or through a rut
Debates if it will go.

A narrow wind complains all day
How some one treated him;
Nature, like us, is sometimes caught
Without her diadem.
Emily Dickinson

Beclouded


The sky is low, the clouds are mean,
Dark bottoms sneering, threatening
Across a barn or through a rut
Then breaks suddenly snowing.

Rhythm's tap out from
The travelling flakes of snow
The final evidence of Autumn
Debates if it will go.

A narrow wind complains all day
An unwilling lowly paid worker,
Nature, like us, is sometimes caught
Seen as user and a cruel employer.

The Wind cold and wet, complains
How some one treated him;
Nature is once again seen
Without her diadem.


Emily Dickinson and Terry Clitheroe

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Charm invests a face

A Charm invests a face
Imperfectly beheld—
The Lady dare not lift her Veil
For fear it be dispelled—

But peers beyond her mesh—
And wishes—and denies—
Lest Interview—annul a want
That Image—satisfies—

Emily Dickinson

Charm invests a face

A Charm invests a face
Hidden, curious creates desire
The Lady dare not lift her veil
For fear it could create a fire—

Hidden, curious creates desire
Imperfectly beheld—
For fear it could create a fire—
Or fear it be dispelled—

But peers beyond her mesh—
See only what they wish
Lest Interview—annul a want
Curious, imaginative of that dish.

Seeing only what they wish
And wishes—and denies—
Lest Interview—annul a want
Not imaginative of that dish.

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Response I

A Book

There is no frigate like a book
To take us lands away,
Nor any coursers like a page
Of prancing poetry.

This traverse may the poorest take
Without oppress of toll;
How frugal is the chariot
That bears a human soul!

Emily Dickinson

Responce

Who would compare a book of poetry
With a ship that would transport you
Anywhere you wanted to be.

But when there would you see that view
And what of the time taken to get there
Poetry gives you a much tastier brew.

Would you say prancing poetry is rare,
What poem does not have tempo or beat,
Or when you read your feelings lay bare?

There is naught at all for you to defeat
The poems your chariot enjoy your ride
For what you read your emotions meet.

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Response II

Remembrance

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-

Emily Dickinson

Remembrance

How many times have you dozed
In the afternoon sun holding a ray
Against your heart, on waking froze.

On waking found it'd flown away?
The evening cool caused you to wake
You pray you'll see it another day.

Now preparation for night time make
And as you doze remember and pray
Who knows what steps tomorrow will take.

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Response III

Cobwebs

The spider as an artist
Has never been employed
Though his surpassing merit
Is freely certified

By every broom and Bridget
Throughout a Christian land.
Neglected son of genius,
I take thee by the hand.

Emily Dickinson

Cobwebs

In summer I see her work every night
As soon as it is dark she'll build again
Birds must not know about her site.

So this Queen creates the place she'll reign
For just a short while she will please us
A wish for her to stay is all in vain.

The following summer there is no fuss
A new Queen will reign, another not far away
I consider now to be many times blessed.

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Jez Farmer

Empty Throne

I'm yielding to the will of fate's command
And letting go so I may dance again
For love is never to be at my hand
Instead I grieve but deny feeling pain
For all the words of love mean nothing now
Their nothing more than casual drops of rain
That fall as the shattered senses kowtow
For love like life is what will be will be
And perhaps to some it is just a game
But it was never meant for you and me
So no more shall I whisper out your name
For my heart is simply an empty throne
But it is one no soul will ever tame
As again I must live my life alone



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