Emily Dickinson

Part Two: Nature

  Emily Dickinson  

 

Of Bronze—and Blaze—

The North—Tonight—

So adequate—it forms—

So preconcerted with itself—

So distant—to alarms—

And Unconcern so sovereign

To Universe, or me—

Infects my simple spirit

With Taints of Majesty—

Till I take vaster attitudes—

And strut upon my stem—

Disdaining Men, and Oxygen,

For Arrogance of them—

 

My Splendors, are Menagerie—

But their Competeless Show

Will entertain the Centuries

When I, am long ago,

An Island in dishonored Grass—

Whom none but Daisies, know.