A Field of Stubble, lying sere
Beneath the second Sun —
Its Toils to Brindled People thrust —
Its Triumphs — to the Bin —
Accosted by a timid Bird
Irresolute of Alms —
Is often seen — but seldom felt,
On our New England Farms —
A Field of Stubble, lying sere
Analysis, meaning and summary of Emily Dickinson's poem A Field of Stubble, lying sere
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