Poem Hunter
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886 / Amherst / Massachusetts)


Poem By Emily Dickinson

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 the hopped sideways 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 rolled him softer home

Then oars divide the ocean,
Too silver for a seam,
Or butterflies, off banks of noon,
Leap, plashless, as they swim.

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Comments (3)

.........the little bird is endearing, I love the line he bit an angle-worm in halves and ate the fellow, raw .....love this poem, one of my favorites of her collection.. .....and also, this poem is listed twice...see the poem titled a bird came down
Such a sweet poem! Love it :)
What a nice poem.I like it