Did you know today is Butterfly Day? Emily Dickinson, herself elusive as a butterfly, wrote many poems about these awe-inspiring insects. This is one of my favorites.
From Cocoon Forth a Butterfly (354)
by Emily Dickinson
From Cocoon forth a Butterfly
As Lady from her Door
Emerged—a Summer Afternoon—
Without Design—that I could trace
Except to stray abroad
On Miscellaneous Enterprise
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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7 thoughts on “Poetry Friday: From Cocoon Forth a Butterfly”
Catherine, the lovely line, This Audience of Idleness, Disdained them, from the Sky—stands out to me in this wonderful poem that I never read before. Emily Dickinson is one of my favorites. Did you send me your Spring’s Symphony poem because I never received it?
“Her pretty Parasol be seen
Contracting in a Field”
How pretty a poem this is! I just love all the details in it, and what a clever ending. Ah, to write as she.
Thanks for the lovely Emily fix. Just what I needed!
What Amy LV said… double sigh.
Emily = lovely. Thanks for sharing, Catherine. =)
Love this! Somewhere out there in the steady, unrelenting rain, there are three black swallowtail caterpillars in my parsley. I wonder if the biggest one will have to wait for sun to wander off and make her cocoon?