Emily Dickinson's Best Poems

My Arrogant Younger Brother Roger

Brother on his high

horse looks down on me and rides

roughshod over me.

His haughty eyes and his proud

heart I must not tolerate.

In Memory of John Denver

Though I am not Prince

Matchabelli, nor was meant

To be, I can't seem

To forget you, John Denver.

Your "Windsong" stays on my mind.

Listen now to John Denver

singing his "Windsong":

Who is now reading this?

Here is an untitled poem from "Calamus" (1860), a group of poems in Walt Whitman's Leaves of Grass. Intended as a complementary section to the group of poems titled "Children of Adam," the poems celebrate "the manly love of comrades." Calamus is a hardy and aromatic kind of grass or rush, often called sweet flag.

Who is now reading this?

May-be one is now reading this who knows some wrong-doing of my past life,

Or may-be a stranger is reading this who has secretly loved me,

Or may-be one who meets all my grand assumptions and egotisms with derision,

Or may-be one who is puzzled at me.

As if I were not puzzled at myself!

Or as if I never deride myself! (O conscience-struck! O self-convicted!)

Or as if I do not secretly love strangers! (O tenderly, a long time, and never avow it;)

Or as if I did not see, perfectly well, interior in myself, the stuff of wrong-doing,

Or as if it could cease transpiring from me until it must cease.

Walt Whitman (1819-1892)