Poetry Friday: Emily Dickinson’s “The Grass so little has to do–“

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The Grass so little has to do–
A sphere of simple Green
With only Butterflies to brood
And Bees to entertain–

And stir all day to pretty Tunes
The Breezes fetch along–
And hold the Sunshine in its lap
And bow to everything–

And thread the Dews, all night, like Pearls–
And make itself so fine
A Duchess were too common
For such a noticing–

And even when it dies–to pass
In Odors so divine–
Like Lowly spices, lain to sleep–
Or Spikenards, perishing–

And then, in Sovereign Barns to dwell–
And dream the Days away,
The Grass so little has to do
I wish I were a Hay–

Emily Dickinson

Evelyn Simak , via Wikimedia Commons
Evelyn Simak , via Wikimedia Commons

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6 thoughts on “Poetry Friday: Emily Dickinson’s “The Grass so little has to do–“

  1. One can always count on Emily to give a completely different view:
    And then, in Sovereign Barns to dwell–
    And dream the Days away,
    The Grass so little has to do
    I wish I were a Hay–

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  2. Oh, my, how lovely. I loved when she diverged onto the sect of dying grass, how magnificent. I had to look up Spikenards, and Merriam-Webster defines it as “a fragrant ointment of the ancients.” Fabulous. I love to learn a new obscure word with a delicious meaning. XOXO, Brenda

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