What is Pink?

By Christina Rosetti

What is pink? A rose is pink

By the fountain’s brink.

What is red? A poppy’s red

In its barley bed.

What is blue? the sky is blue

Where the clouds float thro’.

What is white? A swan is white

Sailing in the night.

What is yellow? Pears are yellow,

Rich and ripe and mellow.

What  is green? The grass is green,

With small flowers between.

What is violet? Clouds are violet

In the summer twilight.

What is orange? Why, an orange,

Just an orange!

 

A Dash of Blue - Poem

A Slash of Blue

By Emily Dickenson

A slash of Blue –

A sweep of Gray-

Some scarlet patches on the way,

Compose an Evening Sky –

A little Purple – slipped between –

Some Ruby trousers hurried on –

A Wave of Gold  -

A Bank of Day –

This just makes out the Morning Sky.

From a Railway Carraige

From a Railway Carriage
by Robert Louis Stevenson

Faster than fairies, faster than witches, Bridges and houses, hedges and ditches; And charging along like troops in a battle All through the meadows the horses and cattle: All of the sights of the hill and the plain Fly as thick as driving rain; And ever again, in the wink of an eye, Painted stations whistle by. Here is a child who clambers and scrambles, All by himself and gathering brambles; Here is a tramp who stands and gazes; And here is the green for stringing the daisies! Here is a cart runaway in the road Lumping along with man and load; And here is a mill, and there is a river: Each a glimpse and gone forever!