EmilyDickinson

 We do not play on Graves --
 Because there isn't Room --
 Besides -- it isn't even -- it slants
 And People come --

 And put a Flower on it --
 And hang their faces so --
 We're fearing that their Hearts will drop --
 And crush our pretty play --

 And so we move as far
 As Enemies -- away --
 Just looking round to see how far
 It is -- Occasionally --

(poem by Emily Dickinson; photograph taken in Amherst, Massachusetts, August 2004; see also RobertFrostTrail (10 Aug 2004), ...)

TopicPoetry - TopicProfiles - TopicLiterature - Datetag20041111

(correlates: WindToThyWings, PersonalResponsibility, ThinkingThroughPrejudice, ...)