Emily Dickinson

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

God Gave A Loaf To Every Bird, - Poem by Emily Dickinson

God gave a loaf to every bird,
But just a crumb to me;
I dare not eat it, though I starve,--
My poignant luxury
To own it, touch it, prove the feat
That made the pellet mine,--
Too happy in my sparrow chance
For ampler coveting.

It might be famine all around,
I could not miss an ear,
Such plenty smiles upon my board,
My garner shows so fair.
I wonder how the rich may feel,--
An Indiaman--an Earl?
I deem that I with but a crumb
Am sovereign of them all.


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002



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