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Poem of the day – A toad can die of light by Emily Dickinson A toad can die of light!Death is the common right Of toads and men, --Of earl and midgeThe privilege. Why swagger then?The gnat's supremacyIs large as thine. - A toad can die of light by Emily Dickinson
Poem of the day – Safe in their alabaster chambers by Emily Dickinson Safe in their alabaster chambers,Untouched by morning and untouched by noon,Sleep the meek members of the resurrection,Rafter of satin, and roof of stone.Light laughs the breeze in her castle of sunshine;Babbles the bee in a stolid ear;Pipe the sweet birds in ignorant cadence, --Ah, what sagacity perished here!Grand go the years in the crescent above them;Worlds scoop their arcs, and ...
Poem of the day – I SEE thee better in the dark by Emily Dickinson I SEE thee better in the dark,I do not need a light.The love of thee a prism beExcelling violet. I see thee better for the yearsThat hunch themselves between,The miner's lamp sufficient beTo nullify the mine. And in the grave I see thee best–Its little panels beA-glow, all ruddy with the lightI held so high for thee! What need ...
Poem of the day – OUT OF THE MORNING – Will there really be a morning by Emily Dickinson Will there really be a morning?Is there such a thing as day?Could I see it from the mountainsIf I were as tall as they?Has it feet like water-lilies?Has it feathers like a bird?Is it brought from famous countriesOf which I have never heard?Oh, some scholar! Oh, some sailor!Oh, some wise man from the skies!Please to tell a little pilgrimWhere the ...
Poem of the day – DYING by Emily Dickinson The sun kept setting, setting still;No hue of afternoonUpon the village I perceived, --From house to house 't was noon.The dusk kept dropping, dropping still;No dew upon the grass,But only on my forehead stopped,And wandered in my face.My feet kept drowsing, drowsing still,My fingers were awake;Yet why so little sound myselfUnto my seeming make?How well I knew the light before!I ...