(digits given by length of words)

There is not wind enough to twirl That one red leaf, nearest of its clan, Which dances as often as dance it can.

--------------------- the sun, Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Half-way up the hill, I see thee at last Lying beneath me with thy sounds and sights -- A city in the twilight, dim and vast, With smoking roofs, soft bells, and gleaming lights.

---------------------　the past, Longfellow

I am, in truth, a yellow fork
From tables in the sky
By inadvertent fingers dropped
The awful cutlery.
Of mansions never quite disclosed
And never quite concealed
The apparatus of the dark
To ignorance revealed.

---------------------　lightning, Emily Dickinson

Many-maned scud-thumper,
Maker of worn wood,
Shrub-ruster,
Sky-mocker,
Rave!
Portly pusher,
Wind-slave.

---------------------　 John Updike

Make me thy lyre, even as the forests are.
What if my leaves fell like its own --
The tumult of thy mighty harmonies
Will take from both a deep autumnal tone.

---------------------　the west wind, Percy Bysshe Shelley

This darksome burn, horseback brown,
His rollock highroad roaring down,
In coop and in comb the fleece of his foam
Flutes and low to the body falls home.
---------------------　　river, Gerard Manley Hopkins

I've measured it from side to side,
'Tis three feet long and two feet wide.
It is of compass small, and bare
To thirsty suns and parching air.

---------------------　the grave of a child, Wordsworth

My love, when I gaze on thy beautiful face,
Careering along, yet always in place --
The thought has often come into my mind
If I ever shall see thy glorious behind.

---------------------　the moon, Sir Edmund Gosse

Then all thy feculent majesty recalls
The nauseous mustiness of forsaken bowers,
The leprous nudity of deserted halls --
The positive nastiness of sullied flowers.
And I mark the colours, yellow and black,
That fresco thy lithe, dictatorial thighs.

---------------------　spider, Francis Saltus Saltus

When young, I am sweet in the sun.
When middle-aged, I make you gay.
When old, I am valued more than ever.

---------------------　wine

I am always hungry,
I must always be fed,
The finger I lick
Will soon turn red.

---------------------　fire

All about, but cannot be seen,
Can be captured, cannot be held,
No throat, but can be heard.

---------------------　Wind

I am only useful
When I am full,
Yet I am always
Full of holes.

---------------------　sieve (or sponge)

If you break me
I do not stop working,
If you touch me
I may be snared,
If you lose me
Nothing will matter.

---------------------　Heart

If a man carried my bur

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