The Bat Poet Page » Sharon Lawrence sent me this poem by Emily Dickinson

Sharon Lawrence sent me this poem by Emily Dickinson

Posted by admin on October 5th, 2007 filed in Uncategorized

161

The bat is dun with wrinkled wings
Like fallow article,
And not a song pervades his lips,
Or none perceptible.

His small umbrella, quaintly halved,
Describing in the air
An arc alike inscrutable, -
Elate philosopher!

Deputed from what firmament
Of what astute abode,
Empowered with what malevolence
Auspiciously withheld.

To his adroit Creator
Ascribe no less the praise;
Beneficent, believe me,
His eccentricities.

Comments are closed.