Emily Dickinson

From Cocoon Forth A Butterfly

poem 354

From Cocoon forth a Butterfly As Lady from her Door Emerged a Summer Afternoon Repairing Everywhere Without Design that I could trace Except to stray abroad On Miscellaneous Enterprise The Clovers understood Her pretty Parasol be seen Contracting in a Field Where Men made Hay Then struggling hard With an opposing Cloud Where Parties Phantom as Herself To Nowhere seemed to go In purposeless Circumference As ’twere a Tropic Show And notwithstanding Bee that worked And Flower that zealous blew This Audience of Idleness Disdained them, from the Sky Till Sundown crept a steady Tide And Men that made the Hay And Afternoon and Butterfly Extinguished in the Sea

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