Emily Dickinson

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

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, plashless, as they swim.

Submitted: Monday, May 14, 2001
Edited: Monday, July 07, 2014

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  • Andrew Holmes (3/24/2014 1:49:00 PM)

    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! (Report) Reply

  • Andrew Holmes (3/24/2014 1:44:00 PM)

    Thank you SunPrincess for copying and pasting something that is on this webpage.......... (You do know that you could have just said your feelings toward this poem.) (Report) Reply

  • * Sunprincess * (3/15/2014 8:39:00 AM)

    .......I love this poem...I love bird poems...this special poem is one of my favourites of hers... (Report) Reply

  • Gangadharan Nair Pulingat (3/1/2014 8:52:00 AM)

    Every poem have its own different angles of observation and meaning to an ordinary reader. Here the poet observes the bird and its dfferent movements and finding of preys to eat. The world is so beautiful so that there are so many varieties of birds chirping in the trees of our homes, and walking, flying in different angles and sometimes takings its food by carefully catching the tiny insects to large ones to satisfy its apetite. The fruits are also interested by the birds and any poem pertaiining to birds are beautiful and this particular one is so much interested to read and understand. After all life is beautiful with observing the birds different sounds and actions which are the diplomats of nature with the human being I think. (Report) Reply

  • Brendan Havel (12/26/2013 1:42:00 AM)

    i swam with her rowing breath each passage to next w/o rhyme i'm accustom to following suit (Report) Reply

  • Mathias Pickleberry (11/8/2013 11:29:00 AM)

    Dear Jac Harper,
    I strongly disagree with your comment. You really need to learn what peotry really is. Its not a game! This is my life and you polute it with childish comments. (Report) Reply

  • Shanice Morrison (1/9/2013 12:31:00 PM)

    Aw, this is a really nice poem! It is not particularly sweet, or romantic, or funny... just a nice simple poem about an everyday ocurance! Love it! (Report) Reply

  • Jac Harper (12/26/2012 2:25:00 AM)

    I love this poem. We have birds coming down around our house and this poem expresses the experience vividly. (Report) Reply

  • Lindemberg Pereira (1/21/2010 10:45:00 AM)

    Emily is great! ! ! A very nice, sweet and beautiful poem.She describes very well that small image in her eyes. (Report) Reply

  • Annabel Lee (12/20/2009 5:19:00 PM)

    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! ! ! ! ! (Report) Reply

  • Adam Sobh (4/10/2009 11:52:00 AM)

    I'm doing a project on Emily Dickinson for my 11th grade American Literature class, and i need to find a poem by Miss Emily Dickinson and then analyze it, i chose this poem, but i don't really understand it, so if anybody could please explain it to me and help me to better understand it, i would be extremely grateful. (Report) Reply

  • Jim Foulk (2/27/2007 10:59:00 PM)

    Emily Dickinson was the greatest poet to ever live. This is just one of her many great ones. it is to bad that the world had to wait until she died to find out how great of a poet she was. (Report) Reply

  • Lydia Eby (3/30/2006 3:05:00 PM)

    The poem is nice, but the person who submitted it has taken it upon himself to change the punctuation that Emily orginally used. Punctuation means everything to a poet. (Report) Reply

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