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A Wounded Deer&Mdash;Leaps Highest - Poem by Emily Dickinson


A Wounded Deer—leaps highest—
I've heard the Hunter tell—
'Tis but the Ecstasy of death—
And then the Brake is still!

The Smitten Rock that gushes!
The trampled Steel that springs!
A Cheek is always redder
Just where the Hectic stings!

Mirth is the Mail of Anguish
In which it Cautious Arm,
Lest anybody spy the blood
And "you're hurt" exclaim!

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Deer Poems
  1. 1. A Wounded Deer&Mdash;Leaps Highest
    Emily Dickinson
  2. 2. The Deer Lay Down Their Bones
    Robinson Jeffers
  3. 3. Deer Hunting Time Is Here Again
    Kathleen West
  4. 4. The Tamed Deer
    Edmund Spenser
  5. 5. Wild Deer.
    Shams al-Din Hafiz Shirazi
  6. 6. The White-Footed Deer
    William Cullen Bryant
  7. 7. Deer Hunt
    Judson Jerome
  8. 8. On The Banks O' Deer Crick
    James Whitcomb Riley
  9. 9. The Deer And The Snake
    Kenneth Patchen
  10. 10. R. S. S., At Deer Island On The Merrimac
    John Greenleaf Whittier
  11. 11. Deer
    Ellis Parker Butler
  12. 12. The Laplander To His Rein-Deer
    Felicia Dorothea Hemans
  13. 13. I Ran Into Light Like A Joyful Deer
    Dr. Antony Theodore
  14. 14. Tiger And Deer
    Sayeed Abubakar
  15. 15. Deer People
    Mikael Ejdemyr
  16. 16. Defending Apples …..[ Another " Chi..
    Bri Edwards
  17. 17. Dear Deer
    Rahman Henry
  18. 18. A Deer Loses Its Life
    Gajanan Mishra
  19. 19. To My Friend Lisa Deer
    Frank Lisa IndiRa Francesca ..
  20. 20. Dongting Lake, Inscribed On The Deer Ant..
    Lu Zhi
  21. 21. O Fleeting Deer!
    Rachel Baldwin
  22. 22. With The Deer
    Daniel Brick
  23. 23. Limerick: The Trophy Deer
    Kim Barney
  24. 24. A Golden Deer Dear To Me
    Freni Karaluthara
  25. 25. The Pair Of Deer
    Muzahidul Reza
  26. 26. Roe Deer (Haiku) -Ζαρκάδι (Χαϊκού)
    Kostas Lagos
  27. 27. A Deer Hunt
    nimal dunuhinga
  28. 28. Standing Deer
    Jane Hirshfield
  29. 29. Phantom Deer.... [very Short; True; Vis..
    Bri Edwards
  30. 30. Where Will These Bewildered Deer Go?
  31. 31. The Herd Of Deer
    Muzahidul Reza
  32. 32. The Fallow Deer At The Lonely House
    Thomas Hardy
  33. 33. Why Deer Hunting Is Special To Me
    Roger Horsch
  34. 34. Deer Morning
    Paul T P Burne
  35. 35. Deer Hunting
    Randy Johnson
  36. 36. Fish, Deer And Woman
    Gajanan Mishra
  37. 37. Deer In The Bush
    Edward Kofi Louis
  38. 38. Poor Deer
    Gajanan Mishra
  39. 39. Grassy Key Deer
    Barry Middleton
  40. 40. The Deer May Dance
    Hasmukh Amathalal
  41. 41. Deer In Canvas
    Nassy Fesharaki
  42. 42. Winter Deer Haiku
    Lorraine Margueritte Gasrel ..
  43. 43. Ramayan Part 28 - Mareecha Turned Golden..
    Rajaram Ramachandran
  44. 44. A Memory Of A Deer
    Russell Thornton
  45. 45. Deer Accompany Deer
    Gajanan Mishra
  46. 46. Born As A Deer
    Akham Nilabirdhwaja Singh
  47. 47. Deer In My Garden
    David McLansky
  48. 48. Death Of The Deer (Nicolae Labis)
    Paul Abucean
  49. 49. The Red Deer Of Halls Gap
    Francis Duggan
  50. 50. Here Is A Deer
    Gajanan Mishra

New Deer Poems

  1. Defending Apples …..[ Another " Chi.., Bri Edwards
  2. Inconsiderate Deer, Lamar Cole
  3. The Hunt, Irene Hooks
  4. Oh Deer (The Deerware App), Molaire Jules
  5. First Kill, Doctor DJ
  6. Autumn With Tashieka, Suzae Chevalier
  7. Oddity Haunted, Clinton Siegle
  8. The Red Deer At Halls Gap, Francis Duggan
  9. Deer Crossing, Lamar Cole
  10. Trying (Couplet), Muzahidul Reza

Deer Poems

  1. The Tamed Deer

    Like as a huntsman after weary chase Seeing the game from him escaped away, Sits down to rest him in some shady place, With panting hounds beguiled of their prey: So, after long pursuit and vain assay, When I all weary had the chase forsook, The gentle deer returned the self-same way, Thinking to quench her thirst at the next brook. There she beholding me with milder look, Sought not to fly, but fearless still did bide; Till I in hand her yet half trembling took, And with her own good-will her firmly tied. Strange thing, me seemed, to see a beast so wild So goodly won, with her own will beguiled.

  2. The Deer Lay Down Their Bones

    I followed the narrow cliffside trail half way up the mountain Above the deep river-canyon. There was a little cataract crossed the path, flinging itself Over tree roots and rocks, shaking the jeweled fern-fronds, bright bubbling water Pure from the mountain, but a bad smell came up. Wondering at it I clam- bered down the steep stream Some forty feet, and found in the midst of bush-oak and laurel, Hung like a bird's nest on the precipice brink a small hidden clearing, Grass and a shallow pool. But all about there were bones Iying in the grass, clean bones and stinking bones, Antlers and bones: I understood that the place was a refuge for wounded deer; there are so many Hurt ones escape the hunters and limp away to lie hidden; here they have water for the awful thirst And peace to die in; dense green laurel and grim cliff Make sanctuary, and a sweet wind blows upward from the deep gorge.--I wish my bones were with theirs. But that's a foolish thing to confess, and a little cowardly. We know that life Is on the whole quite equally good and bad, mostly gray neutral, and can be endured To the dim end, no matter what magic of grass, water and precipice, and pain of wounds, Makes death look dear. We have been given life and have used it--not a great gift perhaps--but in honesty Should use it all. Mine's empty since my love died--Empty? The flame- haired grandchild with great blue eyes That look like hers?--What can I do for the child? I gaze at her and wonder what sort of man In the fall of the world . . . I am growing old, that is the trouble. My chil- dren and little grandchildren Will find their way, and why should I wait ten years yet, having lived sixty- seven, ten years more or less, Before I crawl out on a ledge of rock and die snapping, like a wolf Who has lost his mate?--I am bound by my own thirty-year-old decision: who drinks the wine Should take the dregs; even in the bitter lees and sediment New discovery may lie. The deer in that beautiful place lay down their bones: I must wear mine.

  3. Wild Deer.

    Where are you O Wild Deer? I have known you for a while, here. Both loners, both lost, both forsaken The wild beast, for ambush, have all waken Let us inquire of each other's state If we can, each other's wishes consummate I can see this chaotic field Joy and peace sometimes won't yield O friends, tell me who braves the danger To befriend the forsaken, behold the stranger Unless blessed Elias may come one day And with his good office open the way It is time to cultivate love Individually decreed from above Thus I remember the wise old man Forgetting such a one, I never can That one day, a seeker in a land A wise one helped him understand Seeker, what do you keep in your bag Set up a trap, if bait you drag In reply said I keep a snare But for the phoenix I shall dare Asked how will you find its sign We can't help you with your design Like the spruce become so wise Rise to the heights, open your eyes Don't lose sight of the rose and wine But beware of your fate's design At the fountainhead, by the riverside Shed some tears, in your heart confide This instrument won't tune to my needs The generous sun, our wants exceeds In memory of friends bygone with spring showers hide the golden sun With such cruelty cleaved with a sword As if with friendship was in full discord When flows forth the crying river With your own tears help it deliver My old companion was so unkind O Pious Men, keep God in mind Unless blessed Elias may come one day Help one loner to another make way Look at the gem and let go of the stone Do it in a way that keeps you unknown As my hand moves the pen to write Ask the main writer to shed His light I entwined mind and soul indeed Then planted the resulting seed In this marriage the outcome is joy Beauty and soulfulness employ With hope's fragrant perfume Let eternal soul rapture assume This perfume comes from angel's sides Not from the doe whom men derides Friends, to friends' worth be smart When obvious, don't read it by heart This is the end of tales of advice Lie in ambush, fate's cunning and vice.

  4. Deer Hunting Time Is Here Again

    Deer hunting time is here again And many hunters take to the woods After months of planning with family and friends They gather in common brotherhood It's a freedom that fills the soul of a man With the peace of God's nature all around Lessons that have been taught since time began And lifelong memories and friendships are found Hunting is taught by tradition still yet Knowledge passed on from man to man And you'll learn things that you'll never forget And respect nature more, our wildlife, and our land So all you hunters enjoy this time May you be skilled and have lots of luck May God bless you as you hunt today And may you bag that ten point buck! ! Dedicated to my Father who enjoyed hunting with family and friends all of his life. He died of a heart attack on the opening day, while hunting with my brothers and uncles. He could not have asked for a better way to go, doing what he loved most!