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1374 A Saucer holds a Cup In sordid human Life But in a Squirrel’s estimate A Saucer hold a Loaf. A Table of a Tree Demands the little King And every Breeze that run along His Dining Room do swing. His Cutlery—he keeps Within his Russer Lips— To see it flashing when he dines Do Birmingham eclipse— Convicted—could we be Of our Minutiae The smallest Citizen that flies Is heartier than we—
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A Saucer holds a Cup
1374 A Saucer holds a Cup In sordid human Life But in a Squirrel’s estimate A Saucer hold a Loaf. A Table of a Tree Demands the little King And every Breeze that run along His Dining Room do swing. His Cutlery—he keeps Within his Russer Lips— To see it flashing when he dines Do Birmingham eclipse— Convicted—could we be Of our Minutiae The smallest Citizen that flies Is heartier than we—
Emily Dickinson
1830 - 1886/Female/American