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. Emily Dickinson is one of my favourite poets!
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.
Great poem by Emily Dickson - -beautiful- -divide the ocean- -good imagination
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