Here I Love You - Poem by Pablo Neruda

Here I love you. 
In the dark pines the wind disentangles itself.
The moon glows like phosphorous on the vagrant waters.
Days, all one kind, go chasing each other.

Some Beasts - Poem by Pablo Neruda

It was the twilight of the iguana:

From a rainbowing battlement,
a tongue like a javelin
lunging in verdure;
an ant heap treading the jungle,
monastic, on musical feet;
the guanaco, oxygen-fine
in the high places swarthed with distances,

Algunas Bestias - Poem by Pablo Neruda

Era el crepúsculo de la iguana. 
Desde la arcoirisada crestería 
su leengua como un dardo 
se hundía en la verdura, 
el hormiguero monacal pisaba 

From The Heights Of Maccho Picchu - Poem by Pablo Neruda

Rise up to be born with me, brother. 
Give me your hand from the deep 
Zone seeded by your sorrow. 
You won’t return from under the rocks. 
You won’t return from your subterranean time. 
Your hardened voice won’t return. 
Your gouged-out eyes won’t return. 

A Death Blow Is A Life Blow To Some - Poem by Emily Dickinson

816

A Death blow is a Life blow to Some
Who till they died, did not alive become—
Who had they lived, had died but when
They died, Vitality begun. 

'They Have Not Chosen Me,' He Said - Poem by Emily Dickinson

'They have not chosen me,' he said,
'But I have chosen them!'
Brave—Broken hearted statement—
Uttered in Bethlehem!

A Secret Told - Poem by Emily Dickinson

381

A Secret told—
Ceases to be a Secret—then—
A Secret—kept—
That—can appal but One—

A Drop Fell On The Apple Tree - Poem by Emily Dickinson

A drop fell on the apple tree
Another on the roof;
A half a dozen kissed the eaves,
And made the gables laugh.

'Morning' Means 'Milking' To The Farmer - Poem by Emily Dickinson

300

'Morning'—means 'Milking'—to the Farmer—
Dawn—to the Teneriffe—
Dice—to the Maid—
Morning means just Risk—to the Lover—
Just revelation—to the Beloved—

Success Is Counted Sweetest - Poem by Emily Dickinson

Success is counted sweetest
By those who ne'er succeed.
To comprehend a nectar
Requires sorest need.

A Light Exists In Spring - Poem by Emily Dickinson

A light exists in spring
Not present on the year
At any other period.
When March is scarcely here

A Door Just Opened On A Street - Poem by Emily Dickinson

A door just opened on a street--
I, lost, was passing by--
An instant's width of warmth disclosed
And wealth, and company.

A Day! Help! Help! Another Day! - Poem by Emily Dickinson

42

A Day! Help! Help! Another Day!
Your prayers, oh Passer by!
From such a common ball as this
Might date a Victory!
From marshallings as simple
The flags of nations swang.
Steady—my soul: What issues
Upon thine arrow hang! 

A Narrow Fellow In The Grass - Poem by Emily Dickinson

A narrow fellow in the grass
Occasionally rides;
You may have met him,--did you not,
His notice sudden is.

If I Can Stop One Heart From Breaking, - Poem by Emily Dickinson

If I can stop one heart from breaking,
I shall not live in vain;
If I can ease one life the aching,
Or cool one pain,
Or help one fainting robin
Unto his nest again,
I shall not live in vain. 

"Houses"&Mdash;So The Wise Men Tell Me - Poem by Emily Dickinson

127

"Houses"—so the Wise Men tell me—
"Mansions"! Mansions must be warm!
Mansions cannot let the tears in,
Mansions must exclude the storm!

'Speech'—is A Prank Of Parliament - Poem by Emily Dickinson

688

'Speech'—is a prank of Parliament—
'Tears'—is a trick of the nerve—
But the Heart with the heaviest freight on—
Doesn't—always—move — 

A Burdock&Mdash;Clawed My Gown - Poem by Emily Dickinson

229

A Burdock—clawed my Gown—
Not Burdock's—blame—
But mine—
Who went too near
The Burdock's Den—

A Cloud Withdrew From The Sky - Poem by Emily Dickinson

895

A Cloud withdrew from the Sky
Superior Glory be
But that Cloud and its Auxiliaries
Are forever lost to me

A Clock Stopped -- Not The Mantel's - Poem by Emily Dickinson

A clock stopped -- not the mantel's
Geneva's farthest skill
Can't put the puppet bowing
That just now dangled still.