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As lady from her door How your Butterflies are Packed and Shipped, How to take pictures of your butterflies and the butterfly release, What to do the day of the butterfly release, What to do the day of your butterfly release. With doubtful look she answered me. Some can fly higher than others; Two Butterflies Went Out At Noon by Emily Dickinson. I saw a poet chase a butterfly in a meadow. And the white chestnut candles in the court. Oh! Symbol of life, me with such faith endow! The Butterfly by Lydia Howard Sigourney. Through gorgeous cipher, past the reach of words, That dreamy lovers send to dreamy mays, Now let my bed be hard, Living his unspoiled days mid flowers and flocks and herds! We dream that all white butterflies above, not frozen seasMore motionless! The Butterfly, an idle thing,Nor honey makes, nor yet can sing,As do the bee and bird;Nor does it, like the prudent ant,Lay up the grain for times of want,A wise and cautious hoard. wherever it goes. The Empaled Butterfly by Hannah Flagg Gould. to catch you and to hold you And was waiting for the time to pass, I was thinking of finding release. Or perhaps they closd together be simply beautiful,the best ever. But these are flowers that fly and all but sing: The Butterfly's Dream by Hannah Flagg Gould. Theyre content with their lot in life, In this field we wander through. He speaks in his sleep, insults those he thinks hes seeing, and finally dies. O child, when things have learned to wear Of such an esquisite flight, It was first published in the collection Poems, in Two Volumes in 1807. Yet spying Map, False Heath fell instantly in love and decided to frustrate and falsify her rulers plans. At best, but each one flies the best it can. Perhaps if the suns tears would sing against a white stone, It went away I m sure because it wished to. Yet dear to every child All the things we ever knew to fly away again Suffer me to take your hand. against your solemn will? What secret tie binds thee to other flowers, Hath found you out among the trees, Love is like a butterfly, ~Nikolaus Laszlo, Nora Ephron, and Delia Ephron. They stay out awhile in a magic cocoon. remember, my friend, dont fight it, but, No care take I; How motionless!not frozen seas Of my regret hung not on all the land, In such elegant flitterings. Still held within the gardens fostering? In this piece, the speaker taps into themes of confinement and freedom. An American Anthology, 17871900. We adults, on the other hand, have outgrown them and have to lower ourselves to, stoop down to them. This plot of orchard-ground is ours;My trees they are, my Sisters flowers;Here rest your wings when they are weary;Here lodge as in a sanctuary!Come often to us, fear no wrong;Sit near us on the bough!Well talk of sunshine and of song,And summer days, when we were young;Sweet childish days, that were as longAs twenty days are now. Grown-ups love figures. Blue-Butterfly Day by Robert Frost. Despite the fact that the poet doesnt mention the word butterfly until the poem is almost over, its clear from the start that shes thinking about one, while also addressing and talking about the milkweed that the insect feeds on. To keep them always high and fair: To squish its mud between my toes All in a sparkle of surprise In the sunny air, Surging, the grasses dizzied me of thought, Of the fond hearts within a billet bound, He seeks his hope in thee Which even a butterfly must bear My youth is but a summers day:Then like the bee and ant Ill layA store of learning by;And though from flower to flower I rove,My stock of wisdom Ill improveNor be a butterfly. But, with humans it is the other way around: a lovely butterfly turns into a, The paired butterflies are already yellow with August, This magnificent butterfly finds a little heap of dirt and sits still on. And the daft sun-assaulter, he Butterfly by John B. Tabb. Butterfly Poems BEST POEMS ABOUT BUTTERFLY Brown And Agile Child Pablo Neruda Brown and agile child, the sun which forms the fruit And ripens the grain and twists the seaweed Has made your happy body and your luminous eyes And given your mouth the smile of water. She shall! I said. bees, or if they stung, or above all if they did not enact the With the windss gusty breath, Perhaps the secret lies in this: So by making the wish and releasing the butterfly How once conspiracy was rife A selection of butterfly quotations researched by Jacqui Knight . you represent new birth, And, rocked in a cradle of crimson and gold. I was looking for just the right poem to include with a gift of a butterflys wing to a friend. There is a garden in the twilight landsOf Memory, where troops of butterfliesFlutter adown the cypress paths, and bandsOf flowers mysterious droop their drowsy eyes. If you especially appreciated this author, we'll be happy to show you where you might find more of their poems. As if coupled within a dance Will be ashes in that hour, Spread your wings and learn to soar What joy awaits you, when the breeze Two Butterflies Went Out at Noonby Emily Dickinson, Two Butterflies went out at NoonAnd waltzed above a FarmThen stepped straight through the FirmamentAnd rested on a Beam, And thentogether bore awayUpon a shining SeaThough never yet, in any PortTheir coming mentionedbe, If spoken by the distant BirdIf met in Ether SeaBy Frigate, or by MerchantmanNo noticewasto me, The Butterfly and the Beeby William Lisle Bowles. On this unsweetened stone. It sits in the moss. Tell of spring. indeed Poems for the People - Poems by the People. A caterpillar who wanted to know. The butterflys attractiveness derives not only from colors and A butterfly in the wind, That on a rough, hard rock Its gauzy, splendid wings had spread, where a boy sat reading a book. Into the clear cornflower sky. Here, the poet captures the conversation between two characters. Ah, the Spring time, when we think of all the lays "Butter-flies," I agree with caveat. Born to bring forth the angelic butterfly. But Lawrences observation of the insect is somewhat different from Wordsworths , Butterflies are white and blue They arrive by persistence through their own insistence The green of the tip of their wing A butterfly hovers closely She was not here to see it fly, Birds have their nests; they rear their eager young. After Wings by Sarah Piatt. Therefore the child asks her mother why it is so proud of its wings. of flitting here and flitting there, All the more reason, then, for the poets beloved to take her hand and for them to share this brief moment together. Thou spark of life that wavest wings of gold, I always enjoy reading user submitted work so please do send it in. That is what this poetry is designed to do, it is spiritual and looks at life from a universal perspective, not human and therefore questions peoples . It looks like it would be such fun Women, dont get a tattoo. Yet dear to every child Mary Emily Bradley (1835-98) writes here about her daughter finding a baby butterfly or chrysalis. The clovers understood. Or is thy lustre drawn from heavenly hues. O Earth, O Sky, you are mine to roam of nectars from the flowers bright, The Butterfly by Adelaide O'Keefe. All the things we ever knew Will be ashes in that hour, Mark the transient butterfly, How he hangs upon the flower. this deep in fall Thou soberest sprite to which the sun gives birth. A harbour there, with fine silks and rare caged creatures. This set of activities focuses on building stronger, better, richer sentences. Under the eaves. However, as the poem develops, we realise that the butterflys idleness is just a sham: it is hard at work, pollinating the flowers, just as the bees will take that pollen and produce honey from it. Birds have their nests; they rear their eager young, Each fieldmouse keeps the homestead whence it sprung; Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. The American poet Robert Frost (1874-1963) was a contemporary of the modernists, but he rejected their focus on free verse and preferred to write more directly about the world of nature and his own place within it, using rather than dismissing traditional forms. Where wheels have freshly sliced the April mire. And flower that zealous blew, But perhaps, even more than Nabokov, it was the Romantic poet John Keats who made the case for a deep-rooted connection between the poet and the butterfly. And the butterfly became Chuang Tzu at waking. Then magically he spoke to me This plot of orchard-ground is ours; Yourre my butterfly Who seek through clouds or waters souls to love, A Butterfly; ABOUT THE POET: Sabina has been an avid reader and writer since a young age, filling countless notepads with poems and stories, and going on to complete a degree in English Language and Linguistics. dying so sadlyAt the rise of the moon oer the ripe-gold grain;Dost thou rue of the pleasure thou tasted so madly,Wouldst thou take back thy love to take life again?Ah, no! A butterfly lowers and rises For butterflies, butterflies, That is what this poetry is designed to do, it is spiritual and looks at life from a universal perspective, not human and therefore questions peoples ideals beliefs and values. and let you have your fill. A sumptuous drifting fragment of the sky, Caught when the sunset its last glance imbues, With sudden splendor, and the tree-tops high. Learn to listen, laugh and cry this poem turned my BELIEF that 'friendship lasts forever' into a KNOWLEDGE,A TRUTH. Of Knowledge Love is master-key,Knowledge of Beauty; passing dearIs each to each, and mutuallyEach one doth make the other clear;Beauty is Love, and what we loveStraightway is beautiful,So is the circle round and full,And so dear Love doth live and moveAnd have his being,Finding his proper foodBy sure inseeing,In all things pure and good,Which he at will doth cull,Like a joyous butterflyHiving in the sunny bowersOf the souls fairest flowers,Or, between the earth and sky,Wandering at libertyFor happy, happy hours! With sudden splendor, and the tree-tops high Self-poised upon that yellow flower Poor child of vanity! Two butterflies went out at noon Her pretty parasol was seen remember, my friend, dont fight it, but, it hurts my heart when one dies, Read Poem ~something Big Howard Simon An ocean swims in every tear drop The lily grew pale for thou passed its perfection,The violet bowed in a passion of grief,The daisy had hope of thy gracious election,The blue-bell despaired of its hearts relief,The hyacinth spread all its beauties before thee,The marjoram blushed as it caught thine eye,The mignonette flung its sweet fragrance oer theeBut thou passed them by. This poem, the second butterfly poem from Emily Dickinson on this list, presents a similar message to the first: the butterfly looks dissolute, flitting colourfully through the air without a care in the world. This could be someone they know or a direct reference to the traditional Greek muses. Self-poised upon that yellow flower ~Charles Dickens May the wings of the butterfly kiss the sun And find your shoulder to light on, To bring you luck, happiness and riches Shower your lover with butterfly kisses Then to hold it I give it a gentle try. And though we wish it could have stayed Burnt by the summer sun, begrimed with stains. With an opposing cloud. still not a butterfly. Be a lover, friend and playmate SHOW ME YOUR TRANSFORMATION!! The caterpillars crawl, but he And the strange birds say. These creatures with beautiful wings undergo four stages in their life cycle - egg, larva, pupa and mature adult. The Butterflys Dream by Hannah Flagg Gould explores how excessive pride destroys oneself. on a balmy summers eve. This poem contrasts the life of a bee and that of a butterfly. Sweet childish days, that were as long Each one is different! Happiness is a butterfly, which when pursued, is always just beyond your Heres an example from grasp, but which, if you will sit down quietly, may alight upon you. Its a sign of good luck, my Mother said. Poetry has always been a wonderful way to express beauty and create imagery with words that people can appreciate. And afternoon, and butterfly, Precipitate in love, Will they too soar with the completed hours. And recovering my inner peace. Butterflies are white and blue Stay near medo not take thy flight!A little longer stay in sight!Much converse do I find in Thee,Historian of my Infancy!Float near me; do not yet depart!Dead times revive in thee:Thou bringst, gay Creature as thou art!A solemn image to my heart,My Fathers Family! But it is long ago On its coaxing wings of love as its voice. and then The other one is a "labouring bee.". With frail blue wings. Yesterday a butterfly One is the "Poor child of vanity," a butterfly. To kiss the petals of flowers A tulip, just opened, had offered to hold. Love is like a butterfly: It goes where it pleases and it pleases This poem is an allegory. With your rugby shirt on, you big bumblebee. Beautiful and graceful, varied and enchanting, small but approachable, butterflies lead you to the sunny side of life. She flutters over to perch on the pink flowers. Her pretty parasol was seenContracting in a fieldWhere men made hay, then struggling hardWith an opposing cloud. And sure enough, many poets, from the Romantics onwards, have written great poems about butterflies. Self-poised upon that yellow flower it has gone through to achieve that beauty. So pretty I just had to let her know. Butterflies bend with the wind, its true. Contracting in a field Where all seems so right. value of a decoded message, a symbol, a sign. Disdained them, from the sky. In this three-line poem, Bash homes in on the development of the caterpillar into a butterfly, a development that is here arrested or withheld. Happy can lie; Ranked poetry on Wings, by famous & modern poets. sunshine, freedom and a little flower.. Thou songless wanderer mid the songful birds, With Nature's secrets in thy tints unrolled. How, else, indeed, to clap the net over the butterfly of the moment? I am not what I was yesterday, If you would like to use this poem on your own web page, please contact the Author. When deaths arrest bids all his spirit bow. Please respect the rights of the author and Passions in Poetry. Born 7th April, 1770 and died 23rd April, 1850. and let you have your fill. learn all you can from the butterfly clan. Returns anon to the shallows of a transparent stream. Louis Untermeyer, ed. your love touches everything. He hid from the blue jays so quick and so sly. Since first I saw thee glance, Swiftly going wheresoever Souls entwined, our infinite journey has just begun. In the forest of my dreams, where the sunlight dances through the trees, I chase a golden butterfly, with wings that shimmer, soar and fly. Whisper secrets, Will they too soar with the completed hours, Thou songless wanderer mid the songful birds, With Natures secrets in thy tints unrolled. And calls you forth again! I sure was glad I stopped to say hello. All poetry is copyright by the individual authors. grasp, but which, if you will sit down quietly, may alight upon you. And nevermore can I be one it; but man will never on his heap of mud keep still. A maxim as pernicious as it is ugly. The garden one wide banquet spreads for thee. Poor little butterfly! Designed by Elegant Themes | Powered by WordPress, How to transfer butterflies to a release box. 6. Bees sip honey from flowers and hum their thanks when they leave. I dream and swoon. They arrive by persistence through their own insistence Forever soars in aspiration; thou Ranked poetry on Wings butterfly, by famous & modern poets. Till sundown crept, a steady tide,And men that made the hay,And afternoon, and butterfly,Extinguished in its sea. those dyes,And colours bright and rare,With mild reproof, the bee replies,Are all beneath my care. it will be taken to the heavens and be granted. to the world where love was. As for butterflies, I can hardly conceive of ones attending upon you; but to question the congruence of the complement is vain, if it exists. Who can tell the end of the endless changes of things? itself well would never become a butterfly. Literature and butterflies are the two sweetest passions known to man. The Butterfly by Pavel Friedmann - This beautiful yet haunting poem presents an image of a butterfly to symbolize the loss of freedom. The butterfly itself is transient. That your friendship is something important that will weather the Storms of life and become somtheing beutiful. Ive been designed to walk around. Ive watched you now a full half-hour; The Butterfly by Alice Freeman Palmer - This poem describes the heavenly beauty of a butterfly that the poet observed as a child. So gentle and beautifully shy. What can Bradley learn from this tragedy? - 2O23 OH SO DARK AND ALONE, WHEN - WE PUT A MASK ON and the whole dark arts of the world START SHOWIN' ohhh yeahhh! Author: Rudyard Kipling British author, poet and nobel prize winner. capture a butterfly and whisper that wish to it. Blue-Butterfly Day by Robert Frost beautifully describes the movements of a flock of butterflies. Hes but a caterpillar, at rest. And I am so sweet, through each of the colors of their wings. This was your butterfly, you see, I have been told that they dont live long, Author: David Herbert Lawrence Her laughing lips and eager eyes More motionless! you must not brush the dust off her magical wings. For the. Written in the orchard, Town-end, Grasmere. And sings. . as the child is who is not yet so much taller than they are. so, they go out on a limb and start spinning. What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the master calls a butterfly. By Thomas Wentworth Higginson. Each one is special! This poem highlights the importance of accepting change as it is the essence of life. In this poem, Frost describes the spring day when swarms of blue butterflies fill the air with colour as they fly: for the poet, they are flowers that fly, and would sing if they could, so joyous is their flight. For double I drift through a double world Read the full poem here. "On The Wings Of A Butterfly" - Original Version (with lyrics) Jimmy Scott, Songwriter 28.4K subscribers 47K views 8 years ago #thegarden #forourlostlovedones #jimmyscottsongwriter "On The. Is what you make it, so reach high this poem is very simplistic, yet powerful in its message, an true in its meanings--i loved it. Till, drunk with sweets in which I lie, 1924. To rid the ancient hills of strange competitors. Its a sign of good luck, my Mother said. On this unsweetened stone. . Still they get where they want to go. Which butterflies can I release in my state? on a balmy summers eve. Butterflies, Oh, butterflies, emerging a butterfly with wings of gold burning paths in molten tears down and lost stumbling past fields of green Eden's dream never seeing never feeling but life's journey Too far beyond him to be gathered in, Very few people can, Nerves and butterflies are fine theyre a physical sign that youre, mentally ready and eager. The blossoms that drooped in the dark and were sighingFor tidings of light thou wert bidden to tellLay down in despair, dreading death, and yet dyingAnd great was the grief in deeps of the dell,For thou hadst forgotten the message of morningAnd the work of the day thou wast given to do,For the love of the rose and the honey-bees scorningFor thy love was true. perturbing mystery of metamorphosis: the latter assumes in our eyes the His fine wings made him vain: Is walk upon Gods Earth with you, Flutter, and float, and change to butterflies. "Buff-a-flies!" My tiny granddaughter points to the black and yellow wings settling around us. " To a Butterfly " is a lyric poem written by William Wordsworth at Town End, Grasmere, in 1802. then emerge like flowers in spring. it hurts my heart when one dies, Without design, that I could trace, with so many colours rare, For their beauty, tenacity and charm. All beneath a wintering skyFollow the wastrel butterfly;With vermilion leaf or bronzeTatters of gorgeous gonfalonsWith the winds that always holdEcho of clarions lost and old,We must hasten, hasten onTowrd the azure world withdrawn,We must wander, wander soWhere the ruining roses go;Where the poplars pallid leavesDrift among the gathered sheavesIn that harvest none shall glean;Where the twisted willows leanIn their strange, tormented woe,Seeing, on the streamlets flowHalf their fragile leaves depart;Where the secret pines at heart,High, funereal, vespertine,Guard eternal sorrows green:We shall follow, we shall find,Haply, ere the light is blind,The moulded place where Beauty lay,Moon-beheld until the day,In the woven windlestrae;Or the pool of tourmaline,Rimmed with golden reeds, that wasIn the dawn a tiring-glassFor her undelaying mien. Think of the creeping pain The caterpillar climbs on a leaf or twig. And sorrowing I wonder why How could I tell In liberty. Are but torn love-letters, that through the skies A Butterfly; I just had to let you know - Tunnel vision with a prism and killer in them. The messages of love that mortals write At last False Heath reflected upon her task and sovereigns command. Thou hast bathed in the sun-flashing spray that arisesFrom ripples that laugh on the brooks fair face,Thou hast gazed in the mirror that Nature devisesFor Beautys delight in her own sweet grace,Thou hast basked in the heat of the noon-tide splendourWhen cricket piped high in the grass beneath,And the blossoms that carried thy burden so tenderWere crowned with a wreath. How could anyone dare. Your smile could light the world on fire My pretty boy says, Let him be Modern British Poetry. Ah! The single butterfly comesGoesComesReturning as though urged by love. and then Then lend those tints to thee, symmetry: deeper motives contribute to it. Heaven is beautiful, Earth is ugly,The three-dimensioned preacher saith;So we must not look where the snail and the slug lieFor Psyches birth. Zheng`s Map was actually simply parchment. And yet she was not sure, she said, The American poet Robert Frost (1874-1963) was a contemporary of the modernists, but he rejected their focus on free verse and preferred to write more directly about the world of nature and his own place within it, using rather than dismissing traditional forms. Flutter by, And all the times I cried in vain. The Butterfly the ancient Grecians madeThe souls fair emblem, and its only nameBut of the soul, escaped the slavish tradeOf earthly life!For in this mortal frameOurs is the reptiles lot, much toil, much blame,Manifold motions making little speed,And to deform and kill the things whereon we feed. Thank you. Of all the soft silk paper that pens wound, moment passes, it is forgotten; the mood is gone; life itself is gone. and a butterfly lit at my sleeve. 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The butterflies are free. the other way round. Here, this form is well-suited to the exultant life of the white butterfly, which settles on the poets shoe. Whoever observes For wed both seen Gods precious gifts Enter your email address to subscribe to this site and receive notifications of new posts by email. Love is sweeter and meeter than duty,And shall hold thee in joy till thy last breath beats,Till thou liest at resta dead marvel of beautySurrounded by sweets. And everyone deserves a little sunshine. Two Butterflies went out at Noon describes two butterflies taking flight together. Its a misfortune that it is usually. A second drought would drug thee past all mirth. With doubtful look she answered me . He hid from the ant family living close by. An American Anthology, 17871900. I found that wing broken today! and thenWhat joy awaits you, when the breezeHath found you out among the trees,And calls you forth again! Living there lives, so show them respect. To bring you luck, happiness and riches. And you too, may become a rare item. Many poets have chosen to look at the creature from a sympathetic or thoughtful view, considering what it does daily and how it might communicate with birds, flowers, and other insects. No care take I; I only ask to be free. The Butterfly and the Bee by William Lisle Bowles. Complete Poems. That go and come, and fly, and peep and hide, Feel free to submit your own creations! Learn about the charties we donate to. Louis Untermeyer. Whose happy heart has power You shine just like sunlight rays born. The dawn is smiling on the dew that covers. Want to send the author a private email? I took his hand, when I heard his call, I followed him and left it all I could not stay another day, Then they share the story of their victory and success If a butterfly ever chances to stay at your sleeve - netpoets 2.8.4 -. Ive watched you now a full half-hour; We feel lucky to have seen it. She waits and waits until she blooms. Her wings had painted eyes of indigo, Surrounded by a ring as white as snow. For butterflies, butterflies, Butterflies so still behind a pane of glass. But thou art Natures freeman,free to stray Unfettered through the wood, Filled with intoxication of delight, I sat in the yard at my Mothers side The title refers to the fact that man can learn from the butterflys example: it is happy reclining on a stone, as happy as if it were a beautiful flower. Of such an exquisite flight, Of a loving tenderness. What muse fueled it to fill the air with light? Sarah Piatt, a nineteenth and twentieth-century poet, wrote After Wings (published 1915) to speak about what comes after learning to wear/ Wings once. And the need to keep them fain, high and fair. If one loses their wings, theyll have to endure the pain of becoming a worm again. The one-winged moon, Composed on 20 April 1802, it sees the poet addressing the butterfly as it remains motionless on top of a yellow flower until the breeze calls it forth once more. There seems a mystery in thy work and place. and may this be the start of healing for all. it has gone through to achieve that beauty. ~~~~~~~~~ My flower is blue. Had neither legs nor wings, indeed; Take flight, and be like thee Not quite birds, as they were not quite flowers, mysterious and A caterpillar, He thinks wearing colors is for gaudy sloth[s]., A Butterfly Talks is a short poem in which the speaker describes a butterflys movements around flowers and how she understands the creatures mind. holder of universal secrets and reasons why. God has given you your wings, The caterpillar does all the work but the butterfly gets all the publicity. ~~~~~~~~~ Searching for partners or honey To the hills below, to seek out intruders and destroy. Not for the first time on this list, Millays poem uses the butterflies as a memento mori, reminding us of the brevity of our own lives. Summary. She ponders the secret of it in the poems final stanza. And find your shoulder to light on. Laughing the teeniest laugh in the world. And rested awhile beside a tumbling, hill-bound Hungarian stream. From works that capture the delicate grace and vivid colors of these winged creatures to pieces that explore the many ways in which butterflies have been used as a symbol of transformation, these poems offer a glimpse into the many ways in which we find meaning and inspiration in the natural world. Tossed, tangled, whirled and whirled above, 2019: A Good Year for British Butterflies, 53% Drop in Monarch Butterflies No Cause for Alarm, The Mystery of Gender-Bending Butterflies. 1900. Know thyself! With all thy dazzling other ones, This is one of two wonderful Dickinson poems that speak about butterflies. It seems to me that the grass hates us when we, confess our love for it. it does not mind me, but upward it springs. The languor of it and the dreaming fond; Or crept, or climbed, or swam, or flew; of the one-day butterfly. Serene and intense; So too my strange dreams I couldnt ignore, Author: Jaquelyn Niel (Copyright belongs to the author, printing here with permission). Suffer me to take your hand. Are you really happy, can you tell us a tale. Some day within the chrysalis; Two Butterflies went out at Noon, by one of the greatest American poets, Emily Dickinson is a thought-provoking piece of art. Many of the best butterfly poems focus on the carefree and joyous nature of the insect, and the Welsh poet W. H. Davies (1871-1940) offers another example of this association, in a poem titled, fittingly enough, The Example. If spoken by the distant bird, A butterfly lights beside us, like a sunbeam So tantalized to have to pass Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. Its wings are heavy and spotted with blood Aimless petal of the wind,Spinning gently weird circles,To the flowers underneathYou are a drunken king of motion;To the plunging winds aboveYou are momentary indecision.Aimless petal of the wind,Waver carelessly against this June.The universe, like you, is butThe drowsy arm of stillnessSpinning gently weird circles in his sleep. Read short, long, best, and famous poem examples for butterfly. My trees they are, my Sisters flowers; Emergeda summer afternoon Ill make my joy like this great poem it really means a lot to me and it most likely will to many more people. Ive watched you now a full half-hour; (18331908). And calls you forth again! Butterfly is never still,Always in a flutter;And of dainty Baby BlueThe same truth I utter!Butterfly on happy wingIn the sunshine dances;Baby Blue for sunshine hasMothers smiles and glances! , of a butterflys wing to a release box ( 1835-98 ) writes here about her finding! 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