Friday, August 01, 2008

A Favourite Poem

Today is Friday, 1 August 2008.

One of my favourite poems is by Emily Dickinson:

"Humanity is"

Humanity is ---

My Native Land ---

And the cusp’d Moon ---

And River-edg’d soft Sand ---

And the deer Doe’s eyes, when ---

Her Heart en-bulleted ---

Her Light fades like Broken-Rapture Sunset.


Anonymous another admirer of the belle of amherst said...

And another, from dear Emily:

"Hope" is the thing with feathers--
That perches in the soul--
And sings the tune without the words--
And never stops--at all--

And sweetest--in the Gale--is heard--
And sore must be the storm--
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm--

I've heard it in the chillest land--
And on the strangest Sea--
Yet, never, in Extremity,
It asked a crumb--of Me.

4:34 PM  

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