High from the earth I heard a bird
By Emily Dickinson
High from the earth I heard a bird,
He trod upon the trees
As he esteemed them trifles,
And then he spied a breeze,
And situated softly
Upon a pile of wind
Which in a perturbation
Nature had left behind.
A joyous going fellow
I gathered from his talk
Which both of benediction
And badinage partook.
Without apparent burden
I subsequently learned
He was the faithful father
Of a dependent brood.
And this untoward transport
His remedy for care.
A contrast to our respites.
How different we are!
Such beautiful poetry.
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Thanks yassy, Emily’s great. ๐
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Beautiful poem and stunning bird.
I am sure the tree enjoyed to have him.๐
miriam
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Thank you, the tree did seem pretty contented. ๐
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Lovely. : )
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Thanks Serendiptous. ๐
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Beautiful!
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Thank you. ๐
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That color is a stunning blue! What a beautiful shot ๐
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Thanks Tiny. ๐
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beautiful poetry and beautiful blue!!
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Thank you Cybele. ๐
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Beautiful poem and stunning bird.
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Thank you for saying so manisha.
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Welcome !
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Gorgeous
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What a blue beauty. Great photo!
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Thanks, good to see you back. ๐
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