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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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So much wit and wonder. I always love this poem!
By ‘Noon’ ED often meant infinity — the double o’s like a sideways figure 8, i.e., the symbol for Infinity, which she famously referred to has her “Flood subject,”
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I didn’t know about the double o conceit. Thanks, Terry!
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He bit an Angle Worm in halves
And ate the fellow, raw,
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What a wonderful way to start the day wit Dickinson’s audacious rhymes. Love it!
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I love Dickinson
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