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 (3)

I'm not sure if one should write footnotes to one's own poems... Today is a rare occasion when the Feast of the Annunciation coincides with the day which marks the Crucifixion. This was an attempt to acknowledge the nature of such a day beyond Christian terminology.
This is inspirational...Such a simple way to inventory your life...Thanks. Sincerely, Mary
Well written, interesting thought Michael. Me hopes the first scale would continually tip in a positive manner. But guess that would depend on the person. Rusty