Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE SNAKE, by EMILY DICKINSON

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THE SNAKE, by             Poet's Biography
First Line: A narrow fellow in the grass
Last Line: And zero at the bone.
Subject(s): Animals; Snakes; Serpents; Vipers

A narrow Fellow in the Grass
Occasionally rides --
You may have met Him, -- did you not
His notice sudden is.

The Grass divides as with a Comb --
A spotted shaft is seen --
And then it closes at your feet
And opens further on.

He likes a Boggy Acre
A floor too cool for Corn --
Yet when a Boy, and Barefoot --
I more than once, at morn,

Have passed, I thought, a whip lash
Unbraiding in the Sun
When stooping to secure it
It wrinkled, and was gone.

Several of Nature's People
I know, and thy know me --
I feel for them a transport
Of cordiality --

But never met this Fellow
Attended, or alone,
Without a tighter breathing
And Zero at the Bone.

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