Emily Dickinson

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

From Cocoon Forth A Butterfly - Poem by Emily Dickinson

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From Cocoon forth a Butterfly
As Lady from her Door
Emerged—a Summer Afternoon—
Repairing Everywhere—

Without Design—that I could trace
Except to stray abroad
On Miscellaneous Enterprise
The Clovers—understood—

Her pretty Parasol be seen
Contracting in a Field
Where Men made Hay—
Then struggling hard
With an opposing Cloud—

Where Parties—Phantom as Herself—
To Nowhere—seemed to go
In purposeless Circumference—
As 'twere a Tropic Show—

And notwithstanding Bee—that worked—
And Flower—that zealous blew—
This Audience of Idleness
Disdained them, from the Sky—

Till Sundown crept—a steady Tide—
And Men that made the Hay—
And Afternoon—and Butterfly—
Extinguished—in the Sea—


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  • Gold Star - 14,311 Points * Sunprincess * (3/11/2015 10:12:00 AM)

    .......very nicely written...beautiful metaphor.. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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