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“A Bird came down the Walk — He did not know I saw — He bit an Angleworm in halves — And ate the fellow, raw —”
— Emily Dickinson
Poem 328 (A Bird came down the Walk) (1862)
A bird's own song
July 1, 2026
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“"Hope" is the thing with feathers — That perches in the soul — And sings the tune without the words — And never stops — at all —”
Poem 254 ("Hope" is the thing with feathers)
“I never saw a moor, I never saw the sea; Yet know I how the heather looks, And what a wave must be.”
Poem 800 (I never saw a moor)
“The Brain — is wider than the Sky — For — put them side by side — The one the other will contain — With ease — and You — beside —”
Poem 632 (The Brain — is wider than the Sky)
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