National Poetry Month: Day 10

I don't know at what age I first read this poem, but I was fairly young and this was my first real experience with symbolic language. I remember reading an explanation that talked about how the "resonance of emerald" and "rush of cochineal" described a hummingbird, and suddenly in my mind I could see it. It was magical.

A Route of Evanescence
by Emily Dickinson

A Route of Evanescence,
With a revolving Wheel --
A Resonance of Emerald
A Rush of Cochineal--
And every Blossom on the Bush
Adjusts its tumbled Head--
The Mail from Tunis--probably,
An easy Morning's Ride--

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