Writer Wednesday: Poetry with Emily Dickinson

Hello! On today’s Writer Wednesday, I’m looking at Emily Dickinson’s poem of watching a bird in her garden. While gardening recently, I was joined by this cheerful companion. I imagine Emily’s visitor must have looked much the same.

Part Two: Nature by Emily Dickinson
XXIII
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.
My best to you all,
Megan

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