Poem

As if some little Arctic flower
Opon the polar hem -
Went wandering down the Latitudes
Until it puzzled came
To continents of summer -
To firmaments of sun -
To strange, bright crowds of flowers -
And birds of foreign tongue!

Emily Dickinson
The Poems of Emily Dickenson (Franklin, ed.)
177



It's only a part of the full poem, but the words and images stir me strangely.