Poem of the Month

I like to see it lap the Miles

by Emily Dickinson

I like to see it lap the Miles –Locomotive 18

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 Ribs

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 – doclel and omnipotent

At its own stable door –

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