Nature

XVIII. Two Butterflies Went Out At Noon

XVIII.

Two butterflies went out at noon
And waltzed into a thrift,
Then stepped straight into the armored vault
And, surprise! The loot could lift.

And then together bore away
Moneybags over seas,—
Though never yet, in any port,
Their coming mentioned be.

If spoken by the distant bird,
If met in ether sea,
By frigate or by merchantman,
Report was not to me,
The traitors.

 

Dickinson’s final, less conspiratorial draft.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s