Commonplace News Joshua Reyes

POTD: Nature 30

Day 2. Today’s poem of the day is Nature xxx.

The wind tapped like a tired man,
And like a host, “Come in,”
I boldly answered; entered then
My residence within

A rapid, footless guest,
To offer whom a chair
Were an impossible as hand
A sofa to the air.

No bone he had to bind him,
His speech was like the push
Of numerous humming-birds at once
From a superior bush.

His countenance a billow,
His fingers, if he pass,
Let go a music, as of tunes
Blown tremulous in glass.

He visited, still flitting;
Then, like a timid man,
Again he tapped—‘t was flurriedly—
And I became alone. 1

I like this one because it’s about the weather.

  1. Emily Dickinson. The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson. Little, Brown, and Company. (1929)