The humming-birdA route of evanescenceWith a revolving wheel;A resonance of emerald,A rush of cochineal;And every blossom on the bushAdjusts its tumbled head, --The mail from Tunis, probably,An easy morning's ride.- Emily Dickinson
The humming-bird
RispondiEliminaA route of evanescence
With a revolving wheel;
A resonance of emerald,
A rush of cochineal;
And every blossom on the bush
Adjusts its tumbled head, --
The mail from Tunis, probably,
An easy morning's ride.
- Emily Dickinson