A Bird Came Down

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, splashless, as they swim.

by Emily Dickinson

Comments (62)

Lovely poem, good concept and key words
a bird alone performing; is a joy beho lden to a watcher of the wild, on any street or path, surely ajoy to last
'And he unrolled his feathers/And rowed him softer home/Than oars divide the ocean- Pure, simple, Shakespearian word magic, without having to slog through the play, entire. Tender. Immortal. No better poetic identification with a fellow creature.
O loving living sense is arousing here
Great poem by Emily Dickson - -beautiful- -divide the ocean- -good imagination
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