Yesterday I saw my first robin of the spring. Seeing him made me think of one of Emily Dickinson’s poems.<\/p>\n
A Bird came down the Walk \u2014
\nHe did not know I saw \u2014
\nHe bit an Angleworm in halves
\nAnd ate the fellow, raw,<\/p>\n
And then he drank a Dew
\nFrom a convenient Grass \u2014
\nAnd then hopped sidewise to the Wall
\nTo let a Beetle pass \u2014<\/p>\n
He glanced with rapid eyes
\nThat hurried all around \u2014
\nThey looked like frightened Beads, I thought \u2014
\nHe stirred his Velvet Head<\/p>\n
Like one in danger, Cautious,
\nI offered him a Crumb
\nAnd he unrolled his feathers
\nAnd rowed him softer home \u2014<\/p>\n
Than Oars divide the Ocean,
\nToo silver for a seam \u2014
\nOr Butterflies, off Banks of Noon
\nLeap, plashless as they swim.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Yesterday I saw my first robin of the spring. Seeing him made me think of one of Emily Dickinson’s poems. A Bird came down the Walk \u2014 He did not know I saw \u2014 He bit an Angleworm in halves … Continue reading