One "Library of America" volume collects Emerson's poems in Collected Poems & Translations [811 EME], here's one that I like for its simplicity and for the fact that it speaks to the poetic soul:
Think me not unkind and rude,
That I walk alone in grove and glen;
I go to the god of the wood
To fetch his word to men.
Tax not my sloth that I
Fold my arms beside the brook;
Each cloud that floated in the sky
Writes a letter in my book.
Chide me not, laborious band,
For the idle flowers I brought;
Every aster in my hand
Goes home loaded with a thought.
There was never mystery,
But 'tis figured in the flowers,
Was never secret history,
But birds tell it in the bowers.
One harvest from thy field
Homeward brought the oxen strong;
A second crop thine acres yield,
Which I gather in a song.
I'd be lying if I said I like Emerson's poetry. Much of it is long and tedious. It swims in flowery language and literary allusions, however, there are some of his shorter poems, quatrains, and ones labeled "mottos," which are more to my liking.
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