Emily Dickinson

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

A Little Road Not Made Man - Poem by Emily Dickinson

A little road not made of man,
Enabled of the eye,
Accessible to thill of bee,
Or cart of butterfly.

If town it have, beyond itself,
'T is that I cannot say;
I only sigh,--no vehicle
Bears me along that way.

Comments about A Little Road Not Made Man by Emily Dickinson

  • Rookie - 184 Points Brian Jani (5/5/2014 4:05:00 AM)

    A road with velvet horizons (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 187 Points Angelina Holmes (5/4/2014 9:29:00 AM)

    Very interesting poem. Love it :) (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 36,605 Points * Sunprincess * (4/1/2014 4:58:00 PM)

    ........sounds like this little road will take us to a very special place...enjoyed.. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 14, 2001

Poem Edited: Monday, May 14, 2001

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