The Humming-bird
by Emily Dickinson
A route of evanescence
With a revolving wheel;
A resonance of emerald,
A rush of cochineal;
And every blossom on the bush
Adjusts its tumbled head, --
The mail from Tunis, probably,
An easy morning's ride.
Thanks to emilydlover who commented on my previous hummingbird post. I realise I don't know enough about Dickinson's poetry and resolve to rectify that.
2 comments:
She is something else isn't she - studied her years ago, stumbled across a book of her letters in Paris, so intriguing, she has a way with words, language is sparse but intense and image filled, a beautiful contradiction like she was
Emily Dickinson is wonderful!
Thanks Mary for all the beautiful words about birds. We cats are very fond of birds ;-)
Here's a quote from a Janet Frame poem:
"a hummingbird suspended above a flower
like a word above an idea."
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