Read the poem the snake by emily dickinson

hello there!

heres the poem.

a narrow fellow in the grass

occasionally rides--

you may have met him--

did you not

his notice sudden is--

the grass divides as with a comb--

a spotted shaft is seen--

and then it closes at your feet

and opens further on--

he likes a boggy acre

a floor too cool for corn--

yet when a boy, and barefoot--

i more than once at noon

have passed, i thought, a whip lash

unbraiding in the sun

when stooping to secure it

it wrinkled, and was gone--

several of nature's people

i know, and they know me--

i feel for them a transport

of cordiality--

but never met this fellow

attended, or alone

without a tighter breathing

and zero at the bone

i dont think u can but if you need tell me what language you speak and i will like to you

diane: )