A structured 8-line poem, biographical in nature.
Name of author of poem
·first name/nickname of the person in the poem
·4 adjectives which describe the person
·X of Y formula, about an important relationship to the person
·3 things s/he loves
·3 things that scare her/him
·3 things s/he wants to see
·resident of...a place or time or concept
·last name of the person in the poem
By Edward Cullen
Immortal, lonely, loving, protective
Son of Carlisle
Vegetarianism, Bella, running through the forest
Volturri, Bella’s safety, Shapeshifters
Bella grow old, blush of Bella’s face, Esme’s Island
Resident of Forks, Washington
By Katniss Everdeen
Humble, resourceful, protective, hunter
Sister of Prim
Gale, her family, Peeta
The Games, The Capitol, President Snow
Home, her father, the woods
Resident of District 12
Up and Down Poems
Description for Up and Down Poems: Structured poems
using a word or phrase in a top-to-bottom ("up and down")
direction. Works well as follow up for a class event, activity,
topic or related reading.
Up and Down Poems
cOmpletely disgusting, in fact!
gO and find a
Nah, I don't thinK so!!
Up and Down Poems
·Choose a word or phrase as the topic for the poem.
·Students then brainstorm related words
·Consider adjectives, adverbs, feeling words, power words, etc.
·Write the word DOWN the middle of the page
·one letter per line
·Fit words and phrases around the letters, using the brainstorm list to help. The
idea is that each letter from the key word becomes incorporated into the word
or phrase going across.
·Hint: Write the key word in all caps, big, or even in color, so letters stand out
and the key word can is easy to read.
Up and Down Poems
that overpowers the mind
taking ove r the body at the worst
imaginabl e time, forcing
deci s ions to be made wrong,
or s ometimes to late.
First digit of phone number
·Directions: Some poetry forms invite the writer to come up with a
specific number of syllables for each line of a poem. Use your
phone number to help you select which words you will include in the
seven lines of your instant poem by matching the number of
syllables with your phone number. Start by writing your phone
number vertically. Then use that number as your guide to precisely
how many syllables can go on that line of your poem.
5 I bite into the
5 peppermint patty.
5 The taste floods my mouth.
6 I cannot believe it.
7 Holiday break comes fast now.
5 No decorations.
5 The spirit is gone.
5 Claus should just fly by.
If (or What If) Poem
This form of poetry asks you to consider
Begin with the word If . . . or the words What If . . .
and let your imagination flow.
Write at least 30 lines.
Include a rhyme scheme if you’d like.
If (or What If) Poem
·If I were invisible, I’d explore every secret place on Earth.
·If I were blind, I’d spend more time listening.
·If I were rich, I’d buy something special for every person.
·What if time suddenly ceased to pass?
·What if the world’s leaders weren’t so arrogant?
·What if zoos displayed different types of people?
·What if I won the lottery?
A humorous poem with 5 lines using the end rhyme
Limerick Template B
I once met a ______________from _________.
Every day s/he _________________________.
But whenever s/he ______________________.
That strange ____________ from __________.
“A Cold Woman”
By Paul McCann
There once was a woman of ice .
She never knew how to be nice .
She spent all of her life,
on the edge of a knife,
cutting herself off from advice.
Can't believe it’s true, must be a ruse.
It seems kids these days actually choose.
It's a very strange fad
to dress up just like Dad.
Bell-bottom pants and big clunky shoes.
·Across the top of a blank sheet of paper, write 5-6 places you have
lived or visited.... neighborhoods, cities, states, countries, addresses
·Choose the 2 places that are easiest to rhyme Help each other
"brainstorm" rhyming words Write in columns underneath the place
names. This can be done using only the last syllable of the
·Beijing: bring, fling, king, Ming, opening, ring, sing, sling, sting,
There was a young lady of Niger
Who smiled as she rode on a tiger.
They returned from the ride
With the lady inside
And the smile on the face of the tiger.
When I was hunting for deer
I heard it with my own ear
So I looked around
But because of the sound
It ran off fast in fear
Limerick Template A
There was a young lady named Bright,
Who traveled much faster than light.
She started one day
In the relative way,
And returned on the previous night.
There once was a dog named Jack
He was kind of very fat
When I wanted to play
All he did was bark and lay
Until his owners came back his way
There was a young lady of Lynn
Who was so uncommonly thin
That when she essayed
To drink lemonade
She slipped through the straw and fell in.
Grandma, with plastic on the recliner,
seems to be just getting blinder.
Though as mean as a witch,
she fell deep in a ditch.
And now no one can seem to find her.
A Boy Named Matt
There once was a boy named Matt
Who captured my heart like that
He was so kind
And such a find
I had to have him stat.
There once was a boy named Pete
Who went on a diet of meat.
He missed his Life-Savers
And all their good flavors.
If only the meat had been sweet!
While dancing upon my toes
is when my happiness shows.
I twirl and I bound
to the classical sound
as I imagine my audience in rows.
This type of poetry is free of rhyme and regular rhythm (meter). It may
appear in several stanzas or in a single long one.
Be sure to include examples of figurative language, imagery, allusions,
metaphors or similes, and repetition.
Free verse poetry attempts to capture the normal rhythms of ordinary
Attempt to write at least 30 lines.
Choose a topic that interests you or one for which you hold strong
I love your voice,
your soft brown hair.
I love your eyes
and love your stare.
I love your laugh,
your cocky smirk,
your stupid jokes.
You precious jerk,
you know I do.
I want my hands Christina
all through your hair
each treasured strand.
I’m wrapped around
your finger still.
Am I yet yours?
Your love does kill
the things I hold
so close to me
and yet you’re the
best jerk I see.
Free Verse-How to start
·Choose your subject and write about it. Get it all out. Stay deep and true to the
rhythm of the poetic movement rolling through you, but get everything about the
subject down on paper.
·Check your rough poem to see if anything is missing. If you need to add a line, or
even a stanza, do so. If you want to include a metaphor, simile, or turn of phrase,
·Read the rough poem aloud. Check the sequence of lines and make sure that
one flows into the other.
·Move through your poem and make sure you’ve selected the words that give
proper accent and cadence to the overall poem.
·punctuate the poem like you 'd like it to read. Commas, periods, and semi-colons
·Read the poem aloud until it flows and you feel it inside. That’s a sure sign of a
well-completed piece of free verse.
“Winter Poem” by Nikki Giovanni
once a snowflake fell
on my brow and i loved
it so much and i kissed
it and it was happy and called its cousins
and brothers and a web
of snow engulfed me then
i reached to love them all
and i squeezed them and they became
a spring rain and i stood perfectly
still and was a flower
In turquoise sighs and cerulean whispers. One day, you blurted out orange.
Your arms, snug and forgiving, It tumbled from between your teeth
Sent azure pulsing down my spine. And forced the cyan from your walls.
In your room, In our sanctuary,
Navy shadows poured down the walls. The tangerine words were profane.
We were bathed in sapphire.
Our skin glowed ghostly in the pale moonlight, All wrong.
And we expelled breaths tinted with teal.
Your mouth dripped mango,
We were sublime. Your heartbeat thudded orange,
And the look in your eyes
Blue was your favorite color, you always said. Was sharp with rust.
I could feel it in your bones. I saw the orange kisses on your cheeks,
Cobalt blood thrummed through your veins, The orange fingerprints on your collar.
Sparks of indigo flickered in your eyes.
The blue was gone.
You were blue.
We were doomed from the beginning,
Blinded from the start,
But nothing can be done
To fool a happy heart.
With each smile and giggle,
Every embrace and every kiss,
We were shooting toward a happy ending,
And we missed.
Cinderella lost her slipper
And it was never found.
Prince Charming came too late,
Now no one’s sleeping sound.
Pillows are soaking wet,
Hopes are all lost.
No more dancing in the clouds.
Dreams have all been tossed.
The fairy-tale warmth has left us
As winter’s setting in.
The storybook reads the end,
But where should we begin?
Now your heart strives to be broken,
And you long for lonely nights
This time our ship is sinking
We’re going down without a fight.
Football is an awesome game, I love the adrenaline rush you get
from playing and the excitement from creating a big play and that
you can hit someone as hard as you can and get praised for it,
also you get to actually see the success from all the hard work you
put in to get better and everyone on the team realizes that its
bigger than themselves and they become a family as a result,
there is just no other feeling like making a huge hit on someone
and hearing the crowd roar.
An ode is an exalted lyric poem, aiming at loftier thought, more dignified expression, and more intricate
formal structure than most lyrics. Another characteristic of odes is that they often addressed to
someone or something.
An ode is a long lyric poem, serious and dignified in subject, tone, and style, often written to celebrate an
event, person, being or power--or to provide a vehicle for private meditation. Sometimes an ode may
have an elaborate stanzaic structure. Almost all odes are poems of address, in which the poet uses apostrophe(
repetition of the initial word of thou -a poetic figure of speech in which inanimate object or absent person is
Irregular odes: they have no set rhyme scheme and no set stanza (line grouping) pattern.
Horatian odes follow a regular stanza pattern and rhyme scheme
Definition: A long, lyric poem with a serious subject, tone, and style usually written in celebration of
Brainstorm Ideas: Death of a loved one, slavery, holidays, graduations,
NOT to make fun of someone or the event taking place.
Ode to the Weary Math Student
Woe to the math student, Woe to the math student,
In an advanced class, Doomed to the grave,
Who tries oh so hard, If surviving to the bell,
And yet can’t seem to pass The soul may be saved,
The equations are evil, But oh, when returned home
The numbers, nonsense There awaits homework,
And all the test grades The student, in despair,
Contain dark suspense Calls the teacher a jerk
Woe to the math student, Woe to the math student
A slave to the book Who will surely die
Odd answers are in back The numbers are deadly,
Oh so tempting to look And no one knows why
Who studies for hours, The brain has shut down,
And stares at the page, The body is weak,
The body is paralyzed, And oh, what’s awaiting
But inside, so much rage In math class next week?
Ode to a Grandfather
Ode to the Bride
Ode to his life
Ode to the bride How he touched so
she is so kind. Many peoples lives
Ode to the bride
Whose smile shines. Ode to his memories
Leaving a path
Of peddles behind.
How he brought the
Walking calm Best out of everyone
Down the aisle.
Ode to the bride Ode to his talent
whose parents cry. How he became a legend
Giving their little On the hardwood
Ode to his hard work
How he never wasted
Anytime to get better
Ode to Mr. Anderson
He will never be forgotten
Ode to the Forgotten Ode to Myself
Ode to the people who were forgotten Just as Walt Whitman would say,
They were once loved and cared for if he were with me today.....
There is a "Song of Myself",
Ode to their lives A song that sings of my internal wealth.
Everyday they hurt A child of God, and also
While in desperation for love able to make a friend out of every foe.
and generosity. For I have true love inside
Any egotisms have surely died.
Ode to their heart The beautiful song that strives to be heard
That was torn apart viciously this song is clearer than any songbird.
With little consideration There is no reason to feel pity
Of their inner feelings for my God and his love is always with me.
And I will try to learn as much as I should,
Ode to their memories knowing that there are no problems,
That bring back happiness just oppurtunities to be good.
Or to the ones
That are very vague.
Ode to those who have tried
Those who haven't given up
The ones that will keep climbin'
For them life hasn't been easy.
Ode to a Blizzard
O! wonderful for weight and whiteness!
Ideolog whose absolutes
Are always proven right
By white and then
More white and white again,
Winning the same argument year
After year by making the opposition
O! dear miniature of infinity with no
End in sight and no snow-
Flake exactly like
A little different no
Matter how many may fall,
Just like our own DNA or the human face
Definition: Ballads are simple stories told in poetic form. Sometimes a
lesson is told in the last poetic form. Sometimes a lesson is told in the last
A ballad can have any number of stanzas, and it generally follows an abcb pattern.
Ballads are used as verses of songs.
Much country music is simply a ballad that is sung.
Ballads can have different rhyme pattern, but the one that is most common is abcb.
Brainstorm Ideas: Unattainable/forbidden love,
remembrance of loved ones,
The dream isn’t dead
Though I’ve seen it take flight
It spread its great wings
The Dream Isn't Dead
And disappeared into night by sgtpepperx3
I watched it go, bidding good-bye
But I would see it again
I know I would try
Such fantastic illusion, an amazing sight
Sparkling amber, green, and gold
I kissed the wings and held on tight
But let go and watched them unfold
I knew it would be back
Examples of Ballads
Like it would always be
For this dream, the beautiful bird
It is a part of me
It comes back now and then
When I give it a home
An open heart to love it with Gratitude
And loyalty to be shown by Jarrett B.
I let it fly, let it go away
To whatever it searches for Your white-capped summit is calling,
But I know it’ll be back someday Waiting for those who will claim it first
Standing at my front door There is nothing more for anyone’s wanting
Than to make your fresh powder bubbles burst
I look ahead to the future While on your peak gazing down
For I know it will be bright I will choose my trail with care
Someday, I’ll not have to watch my dream For on my head is a crown
Disappear into night That I will forever wear
It will sit beside me, holding my hand I thank you, mighty peak
Kiss my face, forever true For it is you I will always seek
For my dream is only my dream
If my dream is you
I AM LEGEND
STRONG AND ALMIGHTY
SO IMPORTANT, THEY'VE ASKED TO INDITE ME
I AM LEGEND.
MY HEAD IS HELD HIGH,
WITHOUT A REASON TO CRY
BECAUSE ALL OF THE WORLD WOULD SIGH I AM LEGEND
I AM LEGEND.
NOT WILL SMITH AND HIS SON IN A MOVIE
I AM SOMEONE MOVING
THE MOST TALKED ABOUT...TRULY
I AM LEGEND.
NOT AN UNVERIFIABLE STORY,
NOT AN INSCRIPTION ON AN OBJECT. BUT A PERSON OF MASS GLORY
I AM LEGEND.
THE ONE WHOM YOU NEVER FORGET. THE ONE YOU CANT STOP REMEMBERING.
THE ONE YOU'RE JUST NOT HINDERING.
I AM LEGEND.
CHAMPION OF ALL BATTLES, FIGHTS AND WARS.
THE OPENER OF ALL CLOSED DOORS.
THE ONE BETTER THAN THOSE BEFORE.
THE ONE YOU ARE LOOKING FOR.
I AM LEGEND.
THE ONE TO GET ALL IN YOUR HEAD.
THE PERSON YOU CANT STAND.
THE ONE ON YOUR MIND WHEN YOU GET OUT OF BED.
THE ONE YOU REMEMBER EVERY WORD SHE SAID.
I AM LEGEND.
THAT ICONIC IDOL AND ROLE MODEL, TOO.
THE ONE YOU "JUST HAVE TO" INTRODUCE YOUR MOTHER TO.
THE HIGHLY HONORABLE AND TRUE.
I AM LEGEND.
I DONT KNOW HOW MANY TIMES I HAVE SAID IT.
I DONT KNOW HOW MANY MORE TIMES I HAVE TO TIL YOU GET IT. AND IF YOU FORGOT JUST THAT QUICK. REMEMBER.
I AM LEGEND
Epitaph poetry is used to honor those who have passed away. This could be about
yourself or someone you know or read about.
·Write down a list of qualities of the person honored or
discussed in the epitaph. Get detailed. Think of the things
that mattered most, but also look for unique qualities that the
·Create a detailed list of accomplishments. Look for ideas
from the person's friends, hobbies, livelihood and family
·Ask yourself what that person would want said about
herself to others in a crowd. How would s/he like to be
remembered? What was important to him/her?
·Look for a way to weave humor into the poem
·She failed her breathalizer test
·now she lays with the best
·She always said her feet were killing her
·but nobody believed her.
·Beneath this stone a lump of clay
·Lies Uncle Peter Dan'els
·Who early in the month of May
·Took off his winter flannels
·Here lies Lester Moore
·Four slugs from a .44
Note: Lester Moore was a Wells, Fargo Co. station agent for Naco,
Arizona in the cowboy days of the 1880's. He's buried in the Boot Hill
Cemetery in Tombstone, Arizona
·ANN MANN Dec. 8, 1767
·Here lies Ann Mann,
·Who lived an old maid
·But died an old Mann.
·The children of Israel wanted bread
·And the Lord sent them manna;
·Old clerk Wallace wanted a wife,
·And the devil sent him Anna.
The words should be formed into a shape or creatively
Diamante Poems: Contain opposing concepts which meet in
the middle line, structured in a diamond shape
Line 1: 1 noun. The topic or theme of the poem (and the opposite of line 7).
Line 2: 2 adjectives. They describe the noun in line 1.
Line 3: 3 gerunds (verb + ing). They describe the noun in line 1.
Line 4: 4 nouns: two nouns related to line 1 and two nouns related to line 7.
Line 5: 3 gerunds (verb + ing). They describe the noun in line 7.
Line 6: 2 adjectives. They describe the noun in line 7.
Line 7: 1 noun. This is an antonym (opposite) for the noun in line 1.
Skiing, Skating, Sledding
Mountains, Winds, Breeze, Ocean
Swimming, Surfing, Scuba diving
FANTASY, ACTUALITY, VISION, GENUINE
BEING, SEEING, KNOWING,
AUTHENTIC, FACTUAL “The Circle of Life”
Fantasizing, socializing, communicating
Horrible, beautiful, beginning, end
Gruesome, bad, terrible
As You Fight
They are kneeling upright on a flowered
has just caught her there
and holds her still
has slipped down
He has an urgent hunger
His dark head
bends to hers
And the woman the woman
turns her tangerine lips from his
one hand like the head of a dead
draped down over
Also known as Michael Jordan’s game the game is
full of mistakes even the best player ever missed over
9,000 shots in his career It’s an intense, breath
taking, life changing game, that anyone can play but
not everyone can succeed in, it takes a lot of hard
work and time you’ve got to be willing to commit to
the game year round, if your whole team does that,
your team will not only succeed but become a family
in the process.
Describe a place, situation, or event using all 5 (6 for the women)
Consider emotional connections to your topic
Free verse, blank verse, rhyme, metered, prose
·Decide on a place/situation/event that means something to you.
·List sensory words to it
·Focus on the place/situation/event itself
·Avoid using phrases such as "It is..." Avoid using linking verbs except as an exception.
·Avoid phrases such as “It sounds like,” or “tastes like,” or “feels like.” Use information without stating the
6. Poem is to be at least six (5) lines long with multiple modifier for each sense.
7. Revise as needed to have at least four (4) devices in poem
Cold, coarse, clammy fingers
Creep their twisted way into the mind.
As loneliness' piercing scream
Echoes soundlessly into emptiness,
Its musty, decaying path
Leaves no room for coherent thought.
Anger Sensory Poem
A red, ripping roar rages
Overwhelming all, blasting, blistering,
Leaving nothing but ashes.
Anger's freezing, burning breath
Brings bitterness and defeat.
No hope can exist in
Its acrid, arid hands.
Spring is green with bright yellow buds,
New shoots emerge from the dark brown earth,
The scent of rain mixes with blossoms in the air,
Birds chirp with newfound vibrato in the trees,
Succulent strawberries burst in my mouth,
All is fresh, warm, and beautiful in the world.
As I listen to the trickling waterfall,
Only peaceful thoughts come to mind,
I lay on my back looking up so tall,
Only clouds and trees I can find,
Birds sing a soothing song,
Not a thought fills my head,
I have never been in such a relaxing mood in so long,
Life can be so stressful so I’d rather be in a meadow instead.
The Crackling of the
Onion shells as they hit the bin.
The strong aroma of
Onions fill the air.
Burning my eyes until
I cry. How I hate
The juices that fly
Upon my lips.
Definition - Consonance is the repetition, at close intervals, of the final consonants of accented
syllables or important words , especially at the ends of words, as in blank and think or strong and
string or Lady lounges lazily and Dark deep dread.
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
by Excerpt from Parts
Robert Frost by Tedd Arnold.
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though; "I just don't know what's going on
He will not see me stopping here Or why it has to be.
To watch his woods fill up with snow. But every day it's something worse.
What's happening to me?
My little horse must think it queer I think it was three days ago
To stop without a farmhouse near I first became aware--
Between the woods and frozen lake That in my comb were caught a couple
The darkest evening of the year. Pieces of my hair.
I stared at them, amazed, and more
He gives his harness bells a shake Than just a bit appalled
To ask if there is some mistake. To think that I was only five
The only other sound's the sweep And starting to go bald!"
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
And miles to go before I sleep.
Beat! Beat! Drums! by Walt Whitman
BEAT! beat! drums!--Blow! bugles! blow!
Through the windows--through doors--burst like a ruthless force,
Into the solemn church, and scatter the congregation;
Into the school where the scholar is studying;
Leave not the bridegroom quiet--no happiness must he have now with
Nor the peaceful farmer any peace, plowing his field or gathering his
So fierce you whirr and pound, you drums--so shrill you bugles blow.
Alliteration- Most of the words at the beginning of the sentence begin with the same consonant
Dewdrops Dancing Down Daisies Cipher Connected
By Paul McCann
By Paul Mc Cann
Careless cars cutting corners create
Don't delay dawns disarming display .
Dusk demands daylight .
Dewdrops dwell delicately
Crossing center lines.
drawing dazzling delight . Countless collisions cost coffins.
Dewdrops dilute daisies domain. Collect conscious change.
Distinguished debutantes . Diamonds Copy?
defray delivered Continue cautiously.
daylights distilled daisy dance . Comply?
Sophie snag songs softly,
Singing sweetly Sundays,
Silently at mass, saying
Thanks to god and saints,
Wishing a silent night,
With a sensitive whisper.
Assonance: the repetition or a pattern of similar vowel sounds , but with
different end consonants in a line or passage of verse or prose. but with different An assonance can be described
as a vowel rhyme as in the words date and fade.
Robert Louis Stevenson - The Feast of Famine
...Fromfolk that sat on the terrace and drew out the even long
Sudden crowings of laughter, monotonous drone of song;
The quiet passage of souls over his head in the trees;
And from all around the haven the crumbling thunder of seas.
"Farewell, my home," said Rua. "Farewell, O quiet seat!
To-morrow in all your valleys the drum of death shall beat."...
A gallant night
Edgar Allen Poe
In sunshine and in shadow,
El Dorado Had journeyed long,
Singing a song,
In search of El Dorado.
But he grew old -
This knight so bold -
And - o'er his heart a shadow
Fell as he found
No spot of ground
That looked like El Dorado.
And, as his strength
Failed him at length,
He met a pilgrim shadow -
"Shadow," said he,
"Where can it be -
This land of El Dorado?"
"Over the mountains
Of the Moon,
Down the Valley of the Shadow,
Ride, boldly ride,"
The shade replied -
"If you seek for El Dorado!"
A pastoral poem
Definition: a poem viewed from an idealistic stand point of rural or rustic life, usually depicting the peace and serenity
Common topics of pastoral poetry include love and seduction; death and mourning; the corruption of the city or court vs. the "purity"
of idealized country life;
The Passionate Shepherd to His Love
Come live with me and be my love, maggie and milly and molly and may
And we will all the pleasures prove by e. e. cummings
That valleys, groves, hills, and fields, 10
Woods or steepy mountain yields.
maggie and milly and molly and may
And we will sit upon the rocks, went down to the beach(to play one day)
Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks,
By shallow rivers to whose falls and maggie discovered a shell that sang
Melodious birds sing madrigals. so sweetly she couldn't remember her
And I will make thee beds of roses
And a thousand fragrant posies, milly befriended a stranded star
A cap of flowers, and a kirtle whose rays five languid fingers were;
Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle;
and molly was chased by a horrible thing
A gown made of the finest wool which raced sideways while blowing bubbles:and
Which from our pretty lambs we pull;
Fair lined slippers for the cold, may came home with a smooth round stone
With buckles of th purest gold; as small as a world and as large as alone.
A belt of straw and ivy buds, For whatever we lose(like a you or a me)
With coral clasps and amber studs: it's always ourselves we find in the sea
And if these pleasures may thee move,
Come live with me and be my love.
The shepherds' swains shall dance and sing
For thy delight each May morning:
If these delights thy mind may move,
Then live with me and be my love.
A Peck of Gold
by Robert Frost
Dust always blowing about the town,
Except when sea-fog laid it down,
And I was one of the children told
Some of the blowing dust was gold.
All the dust the wind blew high
Appeared like gold in the sunset sky,
But I was one of the children told
Some of the dust was really gold.
Such was life in the Golden Gate:
Gold dusted all we drank and ate,
And I was one of the children told,
'We all must eat our peck of gold'.
What are you thinking of You love the roses - so do I. I wish
They sky would rain down roses, as they rain
as I pass my fingers From off the shaken bush. Why will it not?
Then all the valley would be pink and white
through your manes coarse wool? And soft to tread on. They would fall as light
As feathers, smelling sweet; and it would be
I take your cheek into my palm, Like sleeping and like waking, all at once!
you root my coat for food,
George Eliot 1819-1880
shiver a little. It is cold here,
in the bare fields, under blank cloud.
You wander between the stark wire
A Green Cornfield
bending to eat, running now
The earth was green, the sky was blue:
and then. I would do the same I saw and heard one sunny morn
A skylark hang betweent he two,
removed from home and company, A singing speck above the corn;
taking the warmth of a strangers hands A stage below, in gay accord,
White butterflies danced on the wing,
light and hesitant, like the rain. And still the singing skylark soared,
And silent sank and soared to sing.
The cornfield stretched a tender green
To right and left beside my walks;
Cliff Ashcroft I knew he had a nest unseen
Somewhere among the million stalks.
And as I paused to hear his song
While swift the sunny moments slid,
Perhaps his mate sat listening long,
And listened longer than I did.
Christina Rossetti (1830-1894)