like a tired man —
wind tapped boldly answered —
entered then within
Adapted from The Wind — tapped like a tired Man by Emily Dickinson
The Wind — tapped like a tired Man —
And like a Host — ”Come in”
I boldly answered — entered then
My Residence within
A Rapid — footless Guest —
To offer whom a Chair
Were as impossible as hand
A Sofa to the Air —
No Bone had He to bind Him —
His Speech was like the Push
Of numerous Humming Birds at once
From a superior Bush —
His Countenance — a Billow —
His Fingers, as He passed
Let go a music — as of tunes
Blown tremulous in Glass —
He visited — still flitting —
Then like a timid Man
Again, He tapped — ’twas flurriedly —
And I became alone —
I am so tired.
A sofa to the air is just about right.
I have no bones to bind me and I let go music as blown in tremulous in glass.
Along in again all inside my head.
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