It would have starved a Gnat -
To live so small as I -
And yet, I was a living child -
With Food's necessity
Upon me - like a Claw -
I could no more remove
Than I could modify a Leech -
Or make a Dragon - move -
Not like the Gnat - had I -
The privilege to fly
And seek a Dinner for myself -
How mightier He - than I!
Nor like Himself - the Art
Upon the Window Pane
To gad my little Being out -
And not begin - again -
Emily Dickinson
Musicians wrestle everywhere -
All day - among the crowded air
I hear the silver strife -
And - waking - long before the morn -
Such transport breaks upon the town
I think it that "New life"...
No Notice gave She, but a Change -
No Message, but a Sigh -
For Whom, the Time did not suffice
That She should specify.
She was not warm, though Summer shone
Nor scrupulous of cold
Though Rime by Rime...
Within my Garden, rides a Bird
Upon a single Wheel -
Whose spokes a dizzy Music make
As 'twere a travelling Mill -
He never stops, but slackens
Above the Ripest Rose -
Partakes without alighting
And p...