A Word made Flesh is seldom
Read 'A Word made Flesh is seldom' by 'Emily Dickinson' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
A Word made Flesh is seldom by Emily Dickinson
A Word made Flesh is seldom
And tremblingly partook
Nor then perhaps reported
But have I not mistook
Each one of us has tasted
With ecstasies of stealth
The very food debated
To our specific strength --
A Word that breathes distinctly
Has not the power to die
Cohesive as the Spirit
It may expire if He --
"Made Flesh and dwelt among us"
Could condescension be
Like this consent of Language
This loved Philology.
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