Emily Dickinson 359 A Bird, came down the Walk He did not know I saw He bit an Angle Worm

rm 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.

409 The Soul selects her own Society Then shuts the Door To her divine Majority Present no more Unmoved she notes the Chariots pausing At her low Gate Unmoved an Emperor be kneeling Opon her Mat Ive known her from an ample nation Choose One Then close the Valves of her attention Like Stone

381 I cannot dance opon my Toes No Man instructed me But oftentimes, among my mind, A Glee possesseth me, That had I Ballet Knowledge Would put itself abroad In Pirouette to blanch a Troupe Or lay a Prima, mad, And though I had no Gown of Gauze No Ringlet, to my Hair, Nor hopped for Audiences like Birds One Claw opon the air Nor tossed my shape in Eider Balls, Nor rolled on wheels of snow Till I was out of sight, in sound, The House encore me so Nor any know I know the Art I mention easy Here Nor any Placard boast me Its full as Opera

465 The name of it is Autumn The hue of it is Blood An Artery opon the Hill A Vein along the Road Great Globules in the Alleys And Oh, the Shower of Stain When Winds upset the Basin And spill the Scarlet Rain It sprinkles Bonnets far below It gathers ruddy Pools Then eddies like a Rose away Opon Vermillion Wheels

533 I reckon - when I count it all First - Poets - Then the Sun Then Summer - Then the Heaven of God And then - the List is done But, looking back - the First so seems To Comprehend the Whole The Others look a needless Show So I write - Poets - All Their Summer - lasts a Solid Year They can afford a Sun The East - would deem extravagant And if the Further Heaven Be Beautiful as they prepare For Those who worship Them It is too difficult a Grace To justify the Dream