Of Being Is A Bird Poem by Emily Dickinson

Of Being Is A Bird



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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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Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

Amherst / Massachusetts
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