Thursday, October 30, 2008

Emily Dickinson's Hummingbird

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.


Anonymous said...

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

The Paradoxical Cat said...

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."