I died for Beauty -- but was scarce
Adjusted in the Tomb
When One who died for Truth, was lain
In an adjoining room --
He questioned softly "Why I failed"?
"For Beauty", I replied --
"And I -- for Truth -- Themself are One --
We Brethren, are", He said --
And so, as Kinsmen, met a Night --
We talked between the Rooms --
Until the Moss had reached our lips --
And covered up -- our names --
Thursday, January 19, 2012
A Poem by Emily Dickinson
Presented to you by Christopher
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I thought for a moment, "Hmm...this is not like Christopher's work usually is..." and then I paid closer attention to the title.
I wonder why this blog doesn't come up in my newsfeed? I'm going to have to start checking it by hand, or subscribing via RSS...
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