Emily Dickinson

Arcturus Is His Other Name

poem 70

Arcturus is his other name I’d rather call him ‘Star.’ It’s very mean of Science To go and interfere! I slew a worm the other day A ‘Savant’ passing by Murmured ‘Resurgam’ ’Centipede’! ‘Oh Lord how frail are we’! I pull a flower from the woods A monster with a glass Computes the stamens in a breath And has her in a ‘class’! Whereas I took the Butterfly Aforetime in my hat He sits erect in ‘Cabinets’ The Clover bells forgot. What once was ‘Heaven’ Is ‘Zenith’ now Where I proposed to go When Time’s brief masquerade was done Is mapped and charted too. What if the poles should frisk about And stand upon their heads! I hope I’m ready for ‘the worst’ Whatever prank betides! Perhaps the ‘Kingdom of Heaven’s’ changed I hope the ‘Children’ there Won’t be ‘new fashioned’ when I come And laugh at me and stare I hope the Father in the skies Will lift his little girl Old fashioned naught everything Over the stile of ‘Pearl.’

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