Dickinson, Emily: (The Bat is dun, with wrinkled Wings —)

The Bat is dun, with wrinkled Wings —
Like fallow Article —
And not a song pervade 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 Malignity
Auspiciously withheld —

To his adroit Creator
Acribe no less the praise —
Beneficent, believe me,
His Eccentricities —

(1876 körül)

Archimedes exclaiming Eureka. In his excitement, he forgets to dress and runs nude in the streets straight out of his bath

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