Favorite Poems
Throughout My Life
17: “A Narrow Fellow in the Grass,” 1865, by
Emily Dickinson (1830–86)
A poem here
about a snake—
And about a
plain mistake
That
sometimes inattentive you
Can make
when you do what you do—
Be careless
in the woods and grass
Where
critters sometimes like to pass.
But don’t
you really love the tone
Of lines
like “zero at the bone”?
To use few
words to say it all?
A stream
becomes a.waterfall.
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