Read more poems by Emily Dickinson: Emily Dickinson Poems at Poetry X.
1723 High from the earth I heard a bird, He trod upon the trees As he esteemed them trifles, And then he spied a breeze, And situated softly Upon a pile of wind Which in a perturbation Nature had left behind. A joyous going fellow I gathered from his talk Which both of benediction And badinage partook. Without apparent burden I subsequently learned He was the faithful father Of a dependent brood. And this untoward transport His remedy for care. A contrast to our respites. How different we are! Edited by Peter Carter
Added: 2 Apr 2003 | Last Read: 7 Jun 2025 5:23 PM | Viewed: 7364 times
A PoetryNotes™ eBook is available for this poem for delivery within 24 hours, and usually available within minutes during normal business hours.
ON SALE - only $29.95 19.95!
For more information...