A Little Road Not Made Man

A little road not made of man,
Enabled of the eye,
Accessible to thill of bee,
Or cart of butterfly.

If town it have, beyond itself,
'T is that I cannot say;
I only sigh,--no vehicle
Bears me along that way.

by Emily Dickinson

Comments (6)

Good Imagery. nice to read this
well expressed about how you want to travel along the nature's road of bee and butterfly Emily..feel overwhelmed of your great imageries- 10
A beautifully envisioned great poem with a fantastic flight of imagery. Thanks for sharing it here.
A road with velvet horizons
Very interesting poem. Love it :)
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