Of Bronze – and Blaze –

Of Bronze – and Blaze – 
The North – tonight – 
So adequate – it forms – 
So preconcerted with itself –
So distant – to alarms – 
An Unconcern so sovreign
To Universe, or me – 
With Taints of Majesty – 
Till I take vaster attitudes – 
And strut opon my stem – 
Disdaining Men, and Oxygen,
For Arrogance of them – 

My Splendors are Menagerie – 
But their Competeless Show
Will entertain the Centuries
When I, am long ago,
An Island in dishonored Grass – 
Whom none but Daisies, know –

Posted in Poems by Emily Dickinson.