Arts & Sciences
The bat is dun with wrinkled wings
Arts & Sciences
The bat is dun with wrinkled wings
Like fallow article,
And not a song pervades his lips,
Or none perceptible.
His small umbrella, quaintly halved,
Describing in the air
An arc alike inscrutable, --
Elate philosopher!
Deputed from what firmament
Of what astute abode,
Empowered with what malevolence
Auspiciously withheld.
To his adroit Creator
Ascribe no less the praise;
Beneficent, believe me,
His eccentricities.
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MLA
Dickinson, Emily. “The bat is dun with wrinkled wings.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/dickinson/379/.
Chicago
Dickinson, Emily. “The bat is dun with wrinkled wings.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/dickinson/379/.
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