C - Colors of her soul; Poem Tuesdays

Usually her on my blog, I have something called "Poem Tuesdays" something which I would like to continue with through the A to Z Challenge. Maybe it will challenge me to read something I might not have read.

This poem has originality no title, so I just made one up from the first sentence of the poem.
I hope you like the poem. My favorite part is the last two lines, what are yours?

Colors of her soul

Colors has she in her soul
Dusky gold and green and white

So if eyes peer out to see
Rain a-slanting down the street
Washing though the colonnade
Let us smile and say that she
Paints in green

Rain a-slanting down the street
By the first lamps of the nights
Overhead the willows meet
Bells from hidden places toll
(Colors has she in her soul
Dusky gold and green and white)

Hurried dots upon the day
Little figures scurry by

By F. Scott Fitzgerald

P.S: Thanks for all the nice comments, it's really motivating and it kind of makes my day a little better!

Poem Tuesdays; Twice closed

I'm still very hooked on Emily Dickinson and this poem have become my favorite by her.
I really feel like I can relate to the poem.

XVI
My life closed twice before its close-
It yet remains the see
If Immortality unveil
A third event to me

So huge, so hopeless to conceive
As these that twice befell.
Parting is all we know of heaven,
And all we need of hell

Poem Tuesdays; Crank

This is an excerpt from the book "Crank".

No more paper,
nothing left to clean,
thanked god for the
Jerry springer marathon
six great hours, filled
with pitiful people,
whose lives were way
worse than my own
Hard to believe
the world is such
A screwed-up place

I don't know how you read this poem, but I interpret it as disappearing into something and realising that you don't need to. If you read the book, you will notice that in that context this is not the case, at least from my point of view.

How do you interpret it?

Bye the way, if you are a reader of this book and want to find it, I can tell you it's after she met the monster.

Poem Tuesdays; Ecstatic

It's time to get our weekly poetry, so we can feel cultural and insightful!
I just now discovered Emily Dickinson and her beautiful poetry. I hope you will enjoy her, just as I do.


Ecstatic by Emily Dickinson

For each ecstatic instant
We must an anguish pay
In keen and quivering ratio
To the ecstasy.

For each beloved hour
Sharp pittances of years -
Bitter contested farthings -
And Coffers heaped with Tears!

Translated into danish, where it makes a whole lot more sense to me:
(Just in case anybody is interested in the danish language)

For hvert sekunds ekstase
Må vi gi' en smerte til tak
I skarp og skælvende forhold til
hvor dybt vi drak.

Og hver af de elskede timer
skal betales når vi får råd
med mange bidende bitre år
og kister fulde af gråd.

Next Poem Tuesday I think it will be a quote.