Emily Dickinson

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


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 the hill

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

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  • Indira RenganathanIndira Renganathan (11/27/2016 7:12:00 AM)

    Everybody likes the train.... and your train poem more Emily(Report)Reply

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  • * Sunprincess * (6/15/2016 12:41:00 PM)

    ............an amazing and extraordinary poem...visually the train comes alive for me
    the train becomes an excited spirited stallion running free on a summer's day ★(Report)Reply

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  • Atimaa Yasiin (4/6/2009 5:36:00 PM)

    Whats the meanning of the poem?(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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