The Bee

First print Nature poem XV, 15 Johnson poem 1224 | Franklin poem 1213 Like trains of cars on tracks of plush I hear the level bee: A jar across the flowers goes, Their velvet masonry Withstands until the sweet assault Their chivalry consumes, While he, victorious, tilts away To vanquish other blooms. His feet are … Continue reading The Bee



First print Nature poem XVI, 16 Johnson poem 764 | Franklin poem 487 Presentiment is that long shadow on the lawn Indicative that suns go down; The notice to the startled grass That darkness is about to pass. Przeczucie to na trawniku cień ten długi Wskazanie, że zachodzą słońca; Ów anons trawie popłoszonej, Że ciemność … Continue reading Presentiment

As Children Bid the Guest

First print Nature poemXVII, 17 Johnson poem 133 | Franklin poem 127 As children bid the guest good-night, And then reluctant turn, My flowers raise their pretty lips, Then put their nightgowns on. As children caper when they wake, Merry that it is morn, My flowers from a hundred cribs Will peep, and prance again. … Continue reading As Children Bid the Guest

Angels in the Early Morning

First print Nature poem XVIII, 18 Johnson poem 94 | Franklin poem 73 Angels, in the early morning, May be seen the dews among; Stooping, plucking, smiling, flying: Do the buds to them belong ? Angels, when the sun is hottest, May be seen the sands among; Stooping, plucking, sighing, flying — Parched the flowers … Continue reading Angels in the Early Morning

So Bashful

First print Nature poem XIX, 19 Johnson poem 91 | Franklin poem 70 So bashful, when I spied her, So pretty, so ashamed! So hidden in her leaflets, Lest anybody find; So breathless till I passed her, So helpless when I turned And bore her, struggling, blushing, Her simple haunts beyond! For whom I robbed … Continue reading So Bashful

Two Worlds

First print Nature poem XX, 20 Johnson poem 620 | Franklin poem 686 It makes no difference abroad — The seasons fit the same, The mornings blossom into noons, And split their pods of flame. Wild-flowers kindle in the woods, The brooks brag all the day; No blackbird bates his jargoning For passing Calvary. Auto-da-fé … Continue reading Two Worlds

The Mountain

Firt print Nature poem XI, 21 Johnson poem 975 | Franklin poem 970 The mountain sat upon the plain In his eternal chair, His observation omnifold, His inquest everywhere. The seasons played around his knees, Like children round a sire: Grandfather of the days is he, Of dawn, the ancestor. Górski masyw siadł na równinie … Continue reading The Mountain

A Day

First print Nature poem XXII, 22 Johnson poem 318 | Franklin poem 204 I'll tell you how the sun rose — A ribbon at a time! The steeples swam in amethyst, The news like squirrels ran! The hills untied their bonnets, The bobolinks begun; Then I said softly to myself, “That must have been the … Continue reading A Day

Butterfly’s Assumption Gown

First print Nature poem XXIII, 23 Johnson poem 1244 | Franklin poem 1329 The butterfly’s assumption-gown, In chrysoprase apartments hung, This afternoon put on. How condescending to descend, And be of buttercups the friend In a New England town! W stylu a priori, motyla szatka, W chryzoprazu wieszana komnatkach, Dziś w wieczór przyobleczona. Jak łaskawie, … Continue reading Butterfly’s Assumption Gown

The Wind

First print Nature poem XXIV, 24 Johnson poem 321 | Franklin poem 334 Of all the sounds despatched abroad, There ’s not a charge to me Like that old measure in the boughs, That phraseless melody The wind does, working like a hand Whose fingers brush the sky, Then quiver down, with tufts of tune … Continue reading The Wind

Death and Life

First print Nature poem XXV, 25 Johnson poem 1624 | Franklin poem 1668 Apparently with no surprise To any happy flower, The frost beheads it at its play In accidental power. The blond assassin passes on, The sun proceeds unmoved To measure off another day For an approving God. Widać, że bez zaskoczenia Kwiatkowi co … Continue reading Death and Life

‘T Was Later

First print Nature poem XXVI, 26 Johnson poem 1276 | Franklin poem 1312 'T later, when the summer went Than when the cricket came, And yet we knew that gentle clock Meant nought but going home. ’T was sooner, when the cricket went Than when the winter came, Yet that pathetic pendulum Keeps esoteric time. … Continue reading ‘T Was Later

Indian Summer

First print Nature poem XXVII, 27 Johnson poem 130 | Franklin poem 122 These are the days when birds come back, A very few, a bird or two, To take a backward look. These are the days when skies put on The old, old sophistries of June, — A blue and gold mistake. Oh, fraud … Continue reading Indian Summer


First print Nature poem XXVIII, 28 Johnson poem 12 | Franklin poem 32 The morns are meeker than they were, The nuts are getting brown; The berry’s cheek is plumper, The rose is out of town. The maple wears a gayer scarf, The field a scarlet gown. Lest I should be old-fashioned, I ’ll put … Continue reading Autumn


First print Nature poem XXIX, 29 Johnson poem 1075 | Franklin poem 1121 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 … Continue reading Beclouded

The Hemlock

First print Nature poem XXX, 30 Johnson poem 525 | Franklin poem 400 I think the hemlock likes to stand Upon a marge of snow; It suits his own austerity, And satisfies an awe That men must slake in wilderness, Or in the desert cloy, — An instinct for the hoar, the bald, Lapland’s necessity. … Continue reading The Hemlock

A Certain Slant of Light

First print Nature poem XXXI, 31 Johnson poem 258 | Franklin poem 320 There's a certain slant of light, On winter afternoons, That oppresses, like the weight Of cathedral tunes. Heavenly hurt it gives us; We can find no scar, But internal difference Where the meanings are. None may teach it anything, ’T is the … Continue reading A Certain Slant of Light


(1) I. NEW FEET WITHIN MY GARDEN GO J poem 99 | Fr poem 79 New feet within my garden go, New fingers stir the sod... Nowe chodzą stopy po moim ogrodzie, Myszkują w darni palce nowe... (2) II. MAY-FLOWER: KWIECIE MAJA J poem 1332 | Fr poem 1357 Pink, small, and punctual, Aromatic, low... … Continue reading Nature

One Dignity

First print Time and Eternity poem I, 1 Johnson poem 98 | Franklin poem 77 One dignity delays for all, One mitred afternoon. None can avoid this purple, None evade this crown. Coach it insures, and footmen, Chamber, and state, and throng; Bells, also, in the village, As we ride grand along. What dignified attendants, … Continue reading One Dignity

Too Late

Time and Eternity poem II, 2 Johnson poem 58 | Franklin poem 67 Delayed, till she had ceased to know, Delayed, till in its vest of snow Her loving bosom lay. An hour behind the fleeting breath, Later by just an hour than death, — Oh, lagging yesterday! Could she have guessed that it would … Continue reading Too Late