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vriad_leeA Bird came down the Walk 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 then hopped sidewise 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 rowed him softer home—
Than Oars divide the Ocean,
Too silver for a seam—
Or Butterflies, off Banks of Noon,
Leap, plashless as they swim.
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Date: 2006-02-18 06:21 pm (UTC)I like reading about her life more than her poetry though. She never left her house after the age of 23. I wrote a 20-page paper on my beliefs that she might have had agoraphobia.
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Date: 2006-02-18 06:26 pm (UTC)