A Bird Came Down Poem by Emily Dickinson
A Bird Came Down
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 then hopped sidewise 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 rowed him softer home
Than oars divide the ocean,
Too silver for a seam,
Or butterflies, off banks of noon,
Leap, splashless, as they swim.
Thus Emily, dear o' Emily, who shall thy be blessed for thy was a youngster, to I from thy bottom of thy heart, was dreadfully lost, lokcked up, wonderously, writting with thy passion of thy hands......... IN OTHER WORDS, IT ROCKS! ! ! ! !
Emily is great! ! ! A very nice, sweet and beautiful poem.She describes very well that small image in her eyes.
Like one in danger; cautious, I offered him a crumb, And he unrolled his feathers And rowed him softer home..................I just delve into the beauty of your expression! I can understand why people love and respect your poetry. Your spotlight on the theme carries perpetual value....timeless!
And then he drank a dew From a convenient grass, And then hopped sidewise to the wall To let a beetle pass. very fine Poem. tony
Like one in danger; cautious, I offered him a crumb, And he unrolled his feathers And rowed him softer home A great poem. tony
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12/22/2024 6:34:16 AM # 1.0.0
I propose that we stop these comments. Have you noticed that all that people say on these stupid comments is how THEY feel towards the poem... I honestly don't care at all about what you think of the poem. Maybe if you told a cool fact about the author, I could actually be entertained. Like this: Throughout her life she developed a case of agoraphobia, being reluctant to leave her own property, and sometimes even her own room. Anyways, I propose that you all stop posting these stupid comments. THEY ARE POINTLESS. Stop them. Stop them now!
Oh please. So now people aren't aloud to share opinions of an amazing poet? The point of poetry is how it makes us feel. It's not about facts about the person.