Emily Dickinson

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

His Feet Are Shod With Gauze - Poem by Emily Dickinson


His Feet are shod with Gauze—
His Helmet, is of Gold,
His Breast, a Single Onyx
With Chrysophrase, inlaid.

His Labor is a Chant—
His Idleness—a Tune—
Oh, for a Bee's experience
Of Clovers, and of Noon!

Comments about His Feet Are Shod With Gauze by Emily Dickinson

  • Gold Star - 36,605 Points * Sunprincess * (11/18/2015 11:38:00 PM)

    ..........oh wonderful poem...wasn't expecting the ending..
    .the beekeeper is truly wonderful....love this ★ (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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