POEMS ABOUT FEET Your feet by Pablo Neruda

When I cannot look at your face I look at your feet. Your feet of arched bone, your hard little feet. I know that they support you, and that your sweet weight rises upon them.

I could not prove the years by Emily Dickinson

I could not prove the Years had feet- Yet confident they run Am I, from symptoms that are past And Series that are done-I find my feet have further Goals-

His feet are shod with gauze by Emily Dickinson

His Feet are shod with Gauze- His Helmet, is of Gold, His Breast, a ingle Onyx With Chrysophrase, inlaid.His Labor is a Chant- His Idleness-a Tune-.

New feet within my garden go by Emily Dickinson

New feet within my garden go- New fingers stir the sod- A Troubadour upon the Elm Betrays the solitude.New children play upon the greenNew Weary sleep below- And still the pensive Spring returns-

How many times these low feet staggered by Emily Dickinson

How many times these low feet staggered- Only the soldered mouth can tell- Try-can you stir the awful rivet- Try-can you lift the hasps of steel!Stroke the cool forehead-hot so often- Lift-if you care-the listless hair- Handle the adamantine fingers

A fuzzy fellow, without feet by

Emily Dickinson

A fuzzy fellow, without feet, Yet doth exceeding run! Of velvet, is his Countenance, And his Complexion, dun!Sometime, he dwelleth in the grass! Sometime, upon a bough,

The feet of people walking home by

Emily Dickinson

The feet of people walking home With gayer sandals go- The Crocus- til she rises The Vassal of the snow- The lips at Hallelujah Long years of practise bore

Like Mighty Foot Lights-burned the Red by

Emily Dickinson

Like Mighty Foot Lights-burned the Red At Bases of the Trees- The far Theatricals of Day Exhibiting-to These-'Twas Universe-that did applaud- While Chiefest-of the Crowd-

A Flower will not trouble her, it has so small a Foot by

Emily

Dickinson
A Flower will not trouble her, it has so small a Foot, And yet if you compare the Lasts, Hers is the smallest Boot-

Upon her feet by Robert Herrick

Her pretty feet Like snails did creep A little out, and then, As if they played at Bo-peep, Did soon draw in again.

You'll know her by her foot by

Emily Dickinson

You'll know Her-by Her Foot- The smallest Gamboge Hand With Fingers-where the Toes should be- Would more affront the Sand-Than this Quaint Creature's Boot-

And their feet move by Sappho

And their feet move rhythmically, as tender feet of Cretan girls danced once around an altar of love, crushing a circle in the soft smooth flowering grass

Metrical Feet by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Trochee trips from long to short; From long to long in solemn sort Slow Spondee stalks, strong foot!, yet ill able Ever to come up with Dactyl's trisyllable. Iambics march from short to long. With a leap and a bound

the swift Anapests throng.