Emily Dickinson (10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886 / Amherst / Massachusetts)
Poems by Emily Dickinson : 12 / 1084
A Bird Came Down
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 abroad,--
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, splashless, as they swim.
Emily Dickinson
Submitted: Monday, May 14, 2001
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Poems by Emily Dickinson : 12 / 1084
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Aw, this is a really nice poem! It is not particularly sweet, or romantic, or funny... just a nice simple poem about an everyday ocurance! Love it!
I love this poem. We have birds coming down around our house and this poem expresses the experience vividly.
She petted a little birdie. Wouldn't it be loverly?
Lots of crumbs for it to eat...........!
Emily Dickinson is lovely.
I enjoy this poem. Emily Dickinson was the best poet.
Emily is great! ! ! A very nice, sweet and beautiful poem.She describes very well that small image in her eyes.
Thus Emily, dear o' Emily, who shall thy be blessed for thy was a youngster, to I from thy bottom of thy heart, was dreadfully lost, lokcked up, wonderously, writting with thy passion of thy hands.........
IN OTHER WORDS, IT ROCKS! ! ! ! !
I'm doing a project on Emily Dickinson for my 11th grade American Literature class, and i need to find a poem by Miss Emily Dickinson and then analyze it, i chose this poem, but i don't really understand it, so if anybody could please explain it to me and help me to better understand it, i would be extremely grateful.
Was it you wo did fly and rowed the ocean for home?
Emily Dickinson was the greatest poet to ever live. This is just one of her many great ones. it is to bad that the world had to wait until she died to find out how great of a poet she was.