Emily Dickinson

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

I Like To See It Lap The Miles, - Poem by Emily Dickinson

I like to see it lap the miles,
And lick the valleys up,
And stop to feed itself at tanks;
And then, prodigious, step

Around a pile of mountains,
And, supercilious, peer
In shanties by the sides of roads;
And then a quarry pare

To fit its sides, and crawl between,
Complaining all the while
In horrid, hooting stanza;
Then chase itself down hill

And neigh like Boanerges;
Then, punctual as a star,
Stop--docile and omnipotent--
At its own stable door.

Comments about I Like To See It Lap The Miles, by Emily Dickinson

  • (6/15/2016 12:46:00 PM)

    .............intriguing, the poem titled train is identical.....I feel train is a better title,
    simply because it brought the metaphor alive ★
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  • (9/26/2015 9:03:00 PM)

    .....great vocabulary★ (Report) Reply

  • (5/5/2008 9:48:00 PM)

    I like this poem, but it's hard to understand. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 15, 2001

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