by Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886)
Within my Garden, rides a Bird
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Language: English
Within my Garden, rides a Bird Opon a single Wheel -- Whose spokes a dizzy Music make As 'twere a travelling Mill -- He never stops, but slackens -- Above the Ripest Rose - Partakes without alighting -- And praises as he goes, Till every spice is tasted -- And then his Fairy Gig Reels in remoter atmospheres -- And I rejoin my Dog, And He and I, perplex us If positive, 'twere we -- Or bore the Garden in the Brain This Curiosity - But He, the best Logician, Refers my clumsy eye -- To just vibrating Blossoms! An Exquisite Reply!
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View text with all available footnotesConfirmed with The Poems of Emily Dickinson, ed. R.W. Franklin, Volume 2, Cambridge, MA and London, England: The Belknap Press of Harvard University Press, 1998, Poem 370. Note: in one of the earlier published versions of this poem, stanza 5, line 2, word 3 was "duller" instead of "clumsy".
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- by Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886), no title [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
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