The Grass so little has to do —
A Sphere of simple Green —
With only Butterflies to brood
And Bees to entertain —

And stir all day to pretty Tunes
The Breezes fetch along —
And hold the Sunshine in its lap
And bow to everything —

And thread the Dews, all night, like Pearls —
And make itself so fine
A Duchess were too common
For such a noticing —

And even when it dies — to pass
In Odors so divine —
Like Lowly spices, lain to sleep —
Or Spikenards, perishing —

And then, in Sovereign Barns to dwell —
And dream the Days away,
The Grass so little has to do
I wish I were a Hay —

Analysis, meaning and summary of Emily Dickinson's poem The Grass so little has to do


  1. frumpo says:

    The beautiful life of lowly grass, personified as the life of a humble, beautiful woman.

  2. lily says:

    this poem was great but i want to really understand it more.what i’m trying to say is that i don’t really understand the poem.

  3. PENNY says:

    I smoke weed

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