English poetry

Poems in English

I would not paint a picture

I would not paint a picture

I would not paint a picture
I’d rather be the One
Its bright impossibility
To dwell delicious on
And wonder how the fingers feel
Whose rare celestial stir
Evokes so sweet a Torment
Such sumptuous Despair

I would not talk, like Cornets
I’d rather be the One
Raised softly to the Ceilings
And out, and easy on
Through Villages of Ether
Myself endued Balloon
By but a lip of Metal
The pier to my Pontoon

Nor would I be a Poet
It’s finer own the Ear
Enamored impotent content
The License to revere,
A privilege so awful
What would the Dower be,
Had I the Art to stun myself
With Bolts of Melody!



Poem I would not paint a picture - Emily Dickinson