A fuzzy fellow, without feet,
Yet doth exceeding run!
Of velvet, is his Countenance,
And his Complexion, dun!
Yet doth exceeding run!
Of velvet, is his Countenance,
And his Complexion, dun!
Sometime, he dwelleth in the grass!
Sometime, upon a bough,
From which he doth descend in plush
Upon the Passer-by!
Sometime, upon a bough,
From which he doth descend in plush
Upon the Passer-by!
All this in summer.
But when winds alarm the Forest Folk,
He taketh Damask Residence－
And struts in sewing silk!
But when winds alarm the Forest Folk,
He taketh Damask Residence－
And struts in sewing silk!
Then, finer than a Lady,
Emerges in the spring!
A Feather on each shoulder!
You’d scarce recognize him!
Emerges in the spring!
A Feather on each shoulder!
You’d scarce recognize him!
By Men, yclept Caterpillar!
By me! But who am I,
To tell the pretty secret
Of the Butterfly!
By me! But who am I,
To tell the pretty secret
Of the Butterfly!
Emily Dickinson
Trivial :Caterpillar
A fuzzy fellow, without feet,
Yet run exceeding!
His Face is of velvet,
And his Complexion is dark brown!
Yet run exceeding!
His Face is of velvet,
And his Complexion is dark brown!
Sometime, he dwells in the grass!
Sometime, upon a bough,
From which he descend in plush
Upon the Passer-by!
Sometime, upon a bough,
From which he descend in plush
Upon the Passer-by!
All this in summer.
But when winds alarm the Forest Folk,
He moves from Damask hotel－
And romps merrily in dainty silk!
But when winds alarm the Forest Folk,
He moves from Damask hotel－
And romps merrily in dainty silk!
A Feather finer than a Lady
On each shoulder
Emerges in the spring!
You’d scarce recognize him!
On each shoulder
Emerges in the spring!
You’d scarce recognize him!
Named Caterpillar by Men!
And By me! But only myself
To tell the pretty secret
Of the Butterfly!
And By me! But only myself
To tell the pretty secret
Of the Butterfly!
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