Emily Dickinson Poem

Arcturus Is His Other Name

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Arcturus is his other name

I’d rather call him ‘Star.’

It’s very mean of Science

To go and interfere!


I slew a worm the other day

A ‘Savant’ passing by

Murmured ‘Resurgam’ ’Centipede’!

‘Oh Lord how frail are we’!


I pull a flower from the woods

A monster with a glass

Computes the stamens in a breath

And has her in a ‘class’!


Whereas I took the Butterfly

Aforetime in my hat

He sits erect in ‘Cabinets’

The Clover bells forgot.


What once was ‘Heaven’

Is ‘Zenith’ now

Where I proposed to go

When Time’s brief masquerade was done

Is mapped and charted too.


What if the poles should frisk about

And stand upon their heads!

I hope I’m ready for ‘the worst’

Whatever prank betides!


Perhaps the ‘Kingdom of Heaven’s’ changed

I hope the ‘Children’ there Won’t be ‘new fashioned’ when I come

And laugh at me and stare


I hope the Father in the skies

Will lift his little girl

Old fashioned naught everything

Over the stile of ‘Pearl.’

The Heart Asks Pleasure First
Safe in their Alabaster Chambers-


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