A Book - Emily Dickinson
He ate and drank the precious words,
His spirit grew robust;
He knew no more that he was poor,
Nor that his frame was dust.
He danced along the dingy days,
And this bequest of wings
Was but a book. What liberty
A loosened spirit brings!....
Emily Dickinson, A Book
posted by Betty S at 6/03/2006 09:49:00 AM
3 Comments:
This would explain why my tiny studio apartment is now overrun with books. Evidently, I'm hungry and am tired of poverty.
At least you have plenty of nutrients stored up.
One of my high school English teachers once pointed out that any Emily Dickinson poem can be sung to the tune of "The Yellow Rose Texas." So far this has proven to be true, as I can't see her poems anymore without singing that in my head. :) But I do love her work, and even have the Unemployed Philosopher's Guild Dickinson doll from their Little Thinkers series!
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