Wrapped up our schooling today with a narration of Emily Dickinson and read a handful of her many poems. Dillon picked out this one, noting how clever Dickinson was to weave riddles into her descriptions. We have been studying poets in our Great Writers Series.
A narrow fellow in the grass
Occasionally rides;
You may have met him,–did you not,
His notice sudden is.
The grass divides as with a comb,
A spotted shaft is seen;
And then it closes at your feet
And opens further on.
He likes a boggy acre,
A floor too cool for corn.
Yet when a child, and barefoot,
I more than once, at morn,
Have passed, I thought, a whip-lash
Unbraiding in the sun,–
When, stooping to secure it,
It wrinkled, and was gone.
Several of nature’s people
I know, and they know me;
I feel for them a transport
Of cordiality;
But never met this fellow,
Attended or alone,
Without a tighter breathing,
And zero at the bone.
This poem made our nerdie hearts beat fast! LOL!
Happy Wednesday!
Oh, tomorrow is $2 Thursday at Digiscrap Warehouse stop by and pick up my first attempt at PS brushes ( with PNGs) for only 2 bucks! Hint: On Friday they will cost you a bit more.
