by Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886)

Within my Garden, rides a Bird
Language: English 
Available translation(s): FRE GER
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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Confirmed 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.


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This text was added to the website: 2014-08-28
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