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Home: Poetry: Emily
Dickinson: Mushroom
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a poem by Emily Dickinson
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- The mushroom is the elf of plants,
- At evening it is not;
- At morning in a truffled hut
- It stops upon a spot
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- As if it tarried always;
- And yet its whole career
- Is shorter than a snake's delay,
- And fleeter than a tare.
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- 'Tis vegetation's juggler,
- The germ of alibi;
- Doth like a bubble antedate,
- And like a bubble hie.
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- I feel as if the grass were
pleased
- To have it intermit;
- The surreptitious scion
- Of summer's circumspect.
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- Had nature any outcast face,
- Could she a son condemn,
- Had nature an Iscariot,
- That mushroom,--it is him.
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