Emily Dickinson

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

Of Being Is A Bird - Poem by Emily Dickinson


Of Being is a Bird
The likest to the Down
An Easy Breeze do put afloat
The General Heavens—upon—

It soars—and shifts—and whirls—
And measures with the Clouds
In easy—even—dazzling pace—
No different the Birds—

Except a Wake of Music
Accompany their feet—
As did the Down emit a Tune—
For Ecstasy—of it

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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