The Fox And The Crow

Once a fox saw a crow with a cheese in its beak,
A fox wanted to have it but the crow was on peak.
'As I am a fox, that must be for me free.'
So he walked to the foot of the tree.
'Good day, Mrs Crow, how bright your eye,
How glossy your feathers, its not a lie.
I feel your voice must surpass all,
Let me hear some, so I can call
Queen of Birds and all others to call
You will be famous, known to all.'
The crow was happy, began to caw
The cheese fell down, the fox said, 'Ah'
Thanks Mrs Crow, this is very fine,
What I wanted, it's now mine,
For your cheese, an advice, don't forget ever,
Remind it 'Don't trust a flatterer.'

by Trailakya Roy

Comments (15)

I must agree with others in saying Emily sometimes writes in what appears to be riddles. In the first stanza here she mention's the word it several times and I'm left pondering the meaning.... Death? A friend who died? A home? Or place? Substituting these words brings little more sense than the word it. So admittedly this particular poem falls outside my understanding, I grew up reading Dickinson and understand most of her poems - mostly by understanding Emily herself. Emily lost several close friends to death and she wrote about death often, usually complaining that death has no regard for the living. So I'll assume this poem concurs with that pattern.
That is the effect of death.
Reading Emily's poetry is so time like playing fill in the blanks. You know what sentence would mean, just need to find right words to connect. Not fond of cross word puzzles yet love her style and poems.
who behind, Except that it is gone... Just for such enlightened refraction of wisdom, we simply move fanatically encircling the poetry. Beautiful utterance, so lucid but so much penetrative. Fantastic, can't forget as we can never forget Elliot's...Who is the third beside you... just this just this........................................Pranab k c
who behind, Except that it is gone... Just for such enlightened refraction of wisdom, we simply move fanatically encircling the poetry. Beautiful utterance, so lucid but so much penetrative. Fantastic, can't forget as we can never forget Elliot's...Who is the third beside you... just this just this........................................Pranab k c
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