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I Like To See It Lap The Miles,
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886 / Amherst / Massachusetts)

I Like To See It Lap The Miles,

Poem By Emily Dickinson

I like to see it lap the miles,
And lick the valleys up,
And stop to feed itself at tanks;
And then, prodigious, step

Around a pile of mountains,
And, supercilious, peer
In shanties by the sides of roads;
And then a quarry pare

To fit its sides, and crawl between,
Complaining all the while
In horrid, hooting stanza;
Then chase itself down hill

And neigh like Boanerges;
Then, punctual as a star,
Stop--docile and omnipotent--
At its own stable door.

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Comments (4)

I like this poem it talks so calm and harsh and has so much by passion about this horse.
.............intriguing, the poem titled train is identical.....I feel train is a better title, simply because it brought the metaphor alive ★
.....great vocabulary★
I like this poem, but it's hard to understand.