The Grass So Little Has To Do by Emily Dickinson

      Time stands still at the beginning of the poem. The day passes, but for the grass it has just been to “brood” some caterpillars into butterflies, to tickle the low-flying bumblebees, and move to the “pretty tune” that the breezes “fetch along” as they travel through the woods and meadow. At night they turn the condensate into pearls of dew drops that gleam and glow as the sun rises. With such riches and beauty a duchess could ride by and not attract a single glance. What a poem for a lyrical song.

  Other words of beauty and wisdom:

To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee,

one clover, and a bee,

and reverie.

The reverie alone will do,

if bees are few.

Para se fazer uma campina necessita-se de um trevo e de uma abelha,

um trevo, e uma abelha,

e a fantasia.

A fantasia sozinha bastará

se as abelhas forem escassas.