Life XLIII. I like to see it lap the miles (585), di Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

Life XLIII. I like to see it lap the miles (585)

Part One: Life

XLIII

I LIKE to see it lap the miles,

And lick the valleys up,

And stop to feed itself at tanks;

And then, prodigious, step

Around a pile of mountains,

And, supercilious, peer

In shanties by the sides of roads;

And then a quarry pare

To fit its sides, and crawl between,

Complaining all the while

In horrid, hooting stanza;

Then chase itself down hill

And neigh like Boanerges;

Then, punctual as a star,

Stop—docile and omnipotent—

At its own stable door.

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