Wednesday with Words: The Robin

I've been thinking since last week that somewhere in my house I have a book of poetry by Emily Dickinson. The day after reading Emily at one of our poetry teatimes, I found SA (5) hunting through our children's poetry anthology for the "one by Emily" ("A bird came down the walk," of course.) So today I buckled down and searched until I found it: Collected Poems of Emily Dickinson. I think he will be pleased when I pull it out for tomorrow's teatime.

Since March has begun, and I've just recently begun seeing more robins (though none at my house yet, sadly), this poem seems suitable for today.

XLIV

THE ROBIN

The Robin is the One
That interrupt the Morn
With hurried—few—express Reports
When March is scarcely on—

The Robin is the One
That overflow the Noon
With her cherubic quantity—
An April but begun—

The Robin is the One
That speechless from her Nest
Submit that Home—and Certainty
And Sanctity, are best


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This post has been edited to remove my thoughts on the poem...I thought again and didn't want to spoil it for you all.