Emily Dickinson (1830–86). Complete Poems. 1924. |
Part One: Life
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| I LIKE to see it lap the miles, | |
| And lick the valleys up, | |
| And stop to feed itself at tanks; | |
| And then, prodigious, step | |
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| Around a pile of mountains, | 5 |
| And, supercilious, peer | |
| In shanties by the sides of roads; | |
| And then a quarry pare | |
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| To fit its sides, and crawl between, | |
| Complaining all the while | 10 |
| In horrid, hooting stanza; | |
| Then chase itself down hill | |
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| And neigh like Boanerges; | |
| Then, punctual as a star, | |
| Stop—docile and omnipotent— | 15 |
| At its own stable door. | |
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