Emily Dickinson

(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886 / Amherst / Massachusetts)

A Fuzzy Fellow, Without Feet - Poem by Emily Dickinson

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A fuzzy fellow, without feet,
Yet doth exceeding run!
Of velvet, is his Countenance,
And his Complexion, dun!

Sometime, he dwelleth in the grass!
Sometime, upon a bough,
From which he doth descend in plush
Upon the Passer-by!

All this in summer.
But when winds alarm the Forest Folk,
He taketh Damask Residence—
And struts in sewing silk!

Then, finer than a Lady,
Emerges in the spring!
A Feather on each shoulder!
You'd scarce recognize him!

By Men, yclept Caterpillar!
By me! But who am I,
To tell the pretty secret
Of the Butterfly!


Comments about A Fuzzy Fellow, Without Feet by Emily Dickinson

  • Rookie - 175 Points Angelina Holmes (5/4/2014 9:06:00 AM)

    Yay caterpillars. Cute little things. (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 14,135 Points * Sunprincess * (4/29/2014 10:00:00 PM)

    ...........a beautiful tribute to the butterfly... (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 14,135 Points * Sunprincess * (3/30/2014 7:33:00 PM)

    .......butterfly's are amazing creatures...enjoyed... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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