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Poet: Emily Dickinson
Poem: 1600.
Upon his Saddle sprung a Bird
Volume: Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson
Year: Published/Written in 1955
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Oct 24 2012
Comment 1 of 1, added on October 24th, 2012 at 2:58 AM.
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The Bird of Emily:
Were I your bird my Emily,
My wings your song will carry,
Our fetched mirth never tarry,
And the horse would trot freely.
The trees would bend for you and me,
And the fence would dance to the glee,
As throats squander the fantasy,
And universe revels in our verse.
Alas, my sister Emily,
I’m done in the humanity.
Altair Laahad (All Rights Reserved)
Altair Laahad
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The Bird of Emily:
Were I your bird my Emily,
My wings your song will carry,
Our fetched mirth never tarry,
And the horse would trot freely.
The trees would bend for you and me,
And the fence would dance to the glee,
As throats squander the fantasy,
And universe revels in our verse.
Alas, my sister Emily,
I’m done in the humanity.
Altair Laahad (All Rights Reserved)
Altair Laahad