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.
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.
posted by HH at 9:08 PM
1 Comments:
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.
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