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A Bird came down the Walk
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A Bird came down the Walk—
He did not know I saw—
He bit an angle-worm in halves
And ate the fellow, raw,
And then he drank a Dew
From a convenient Grass,
And then hopped sidewise to the Wall
To let a Beetle pass—
He glanced with rapid eyes
That hurried all abroa—
They looked like frightened Beads, I thought—
He stirred his velvet head
Like one in danger, Cautious,
I offered him a Crumb,
And he unrolled his feathers
And rowed him softer home—
Than Oars divide the Ocean,
Too silver for a seam—
Or Butterflies, off Banks of Noon,
Leap, plashless as they swim.
Emily Dickinson
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Jim Foulk (2/27/2007 11:04:00 PM)
she knew how to write poetry, the people who give her low ratings would not know poetry if it bit them on the nose, wake up people Emily knew how to write from her heart and mind, and what she saw, the poetry of today is a big Bore, and does not make sense, Emily knew how it was done, she did something that no one had done before, thank God. |
Jonny Ksomilian (2/13/2005 6:12:00 PM)
she is a visual artist who presents interesting themes |
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