Emily Dickinson

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


Poem by Emily Dickinson

A bird came down the walk:
He did not know I saw;
He bit an angle-worm in halves
And ate the fellow, raw.

And then he drank a dew
From a convenient grass,
And the hopped sideways to the wall
To let a beetle pass.

He glanced with rapid eyes
That hurried all abroad, -
They looked like frightened beads, I thought
He stirred his velvet head.

Like one in danger; cautious,
I offered him a crumb,
And he unrolled his feathers
And rolled him softer home

Then oars divide the ocean,
Too silver for a seam,
Or butterflies, off banks of noon,
Leap, plashless, as they swim.

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  • * Sunprincess * (6/15/2016 12:54:00 PM)

    .........the little bird is endearing, I love the line he bit an angle-worm in halves and ate the fellow, raw
    .....love this poem, one of my favorites of her collection..

    .....and also, this poem is listed twice...see the poem titled a bird came down(Report)Reply

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  • Angelina Holmes (5/6/2014 8:09:00 PM)

    Such a sweet poem! Love it :)(Report)Reply

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  • Brian JaniBrian Jani (4/29/2014 1:29:00 AM)

    What a nice poem.I like it(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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