Emily Dickinson

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

A Narrow Fellow In The Grass - Poem by Emily Dickinson

A narrow fellow in the grass
Occasionally rides;
You may have met him,--did you not,
His notice sudden is.

The grass divides as with a comb,
A spotted shaft is seen;
And then it closes at your feet
And opens further on.

He likes a boggy acre,
A floor too cool for corn.
Yet when a child, and barefoot,
I more than once, at morn,

Have passed, I thought, a whip-lash
Unbraiding in the sun,--
When, stooping to secure it,
It wrinkled, and was gone.

Several of nature's people
I know, and they know me;
I feel for them a transport
Of cordiality;

But never met this fellow,
Attended or alone,
Without a tighter breathing,
And zero at the bone.


Comments about A Narrow Fellow In The Grass by Emily Dickinson

  • Rookie - 181 Points Angelina Holmes (5/5/2014 1:33:00 PM)

    nature is always beautiful. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Jane Calamity (5/18/2012 1:56:00 PM)

    You may have met him, -did you not, and A floor too cool for corn. are fantastic lines. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Cathy Coates (2/10/2008 5:26:00 PM)

    This is often one of the first Dickinson poems introduced to children, and of course, it is memorable. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 14, 2001



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