They talk as slow as Legends grow
No mushroom is their mind
But foliage of sterility
Too stolid for the wind —

They laugh as wise as Plots of Wit
Predestined to unfold
The point with bland prevision
Portentously untold.

Analysis, meaning and summary of Emily Dickinson's poem They talk as slow as Legends grow

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