Emily Dickinson

(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886 / Amherst / Massachusetts)

Nature The Gentlest Mother Is - Poem by Emily Dickinson

Nature the gentlest mother is,
Impatient of no child,
The feeblest of the waywardest.
Her admonition mild

In forest and the hill
By traveller be heard,
Restraining rampant squirrel
Or too impetuous bird.

How fair her conversation
A summer afternoon,
Her household her assembly;
And when the sun go down,

Her voice among the aisles
Incite the timid prayer
Of the minutest cricket,
The most unworthy flower.

When all the children sleep,
She turns as long away
As will suffice tolight her lamps,
Then bending from the sky

With infinite affection
An infiniter care,
Her golden finger on her lip,
Wills silence everywhere.

Topic(s) of this poem: mother


Comments about Nature The Gentlest Mother Is by Emily Dickinson

  • (6/15/2016 2:59:00 PM)


    ..............a wonderful tribute for mother nature,
    the metaphors are amazing...my favorite lines ★
    Her voice among the aisles
    Incite the timid prayer
    Of the minutest cricket,
    The most unworthy flower.
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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

Poem Edited: Wednesday, December 17, 2014


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