Friday Poetry: Emily Dickinson

Happy Friday Everyone!

I can’t quite believe it is Friday again so soon. I hope everyone has some good books planned for the weekend.

This week’s poem is by Emily Dickinson.

 

A Bird Came Down the Walk

 

A Bird came down the Walk –

He did not know I saw – 

He bit an Angleworm 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 around – 

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.

 

Emily Dickinson