The Snake
(A narrow Fellow in the Grass )
Here's a poem about a snake that was written by Emily Dickinson.
The Snake
(A narrow Fellow in the Grass )
Poem
A narrow Fellow in the Grass
Occasionally rides-
You may have met Him - Did you not
His notice sudden is-
The Grass divides as with a Comb-
A spotted Shaft is seen-
And then it closes at your Feet
And opens further on-
He likes a Boggy Acre
A Floor too cool for Corn-
Yet when a Boy, and Barefoot-
I more than once at Noon
Have passed, I thought, a Whip lash,
Unbraiding in the Sun
When stooping to secure it
It wrinkled, And was gone--
Several of Nature's People
I know, and they know me-
I feel for them a transport
Of Cordiality-
But never met this Fellow,
Attended or alone
Without a tighter Breathing
And Zero at the Bone.
Thanks and Acknowledgements
Thanks to Monique Palomares for the illustration!
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