17 March 2012


If you have got a garden,you have got everything.


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     

-Emily Dickinson.      


An everywhere of silver,
With ropes of sand
To keep it from effacing
The track called land.
-Emily Dickinson.



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