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| sparsha |
Posted
on 07-Apr-02 03:02 PM
Hijo ra aja
Tadap ra Udasi
Prem ra upekshya
Anischit-ta ra Anischit-ta!
-Agyat
I had no time to hate -
Because
The grave would hinder me,
And life was not so
Ample I
Could finish enemity.
Nor had I time to love-
But since
Some industry must be,The little toil of love,
I thought,
Be large enough for me.
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-Emily Dickinson
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| Rumor |
Posted
on 07-Apr-02 03:20 PM
Hi Sparsh,
Are you a fan of Emily Dickinson? I love her poems. Once you read her poems, you never forget the word by her.
I expect some more to read here.
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| sparsha |
Posted
on 07-Apr-02 03:38 PM
Hey Rumour,
I have not read much from Emily Dickinson. Just a few. I like her.
Pain has an element of blank;
It cannot recollect
When it began, or if there were
A day when it was not.
It has no future but itself,
Its infinite realms contain
Its past, enlightened to perceive
New periods of pain.
Emily Dickinson
Amherst, MA
(1830-1886)
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| NK |
Posted
on 07-Apr-02 07:51 PM
Yet another from E. Dickinson:
Because I could not Stop for Death
Because I could not stop for Death -
He kindly stopped for me -
The Carriage held but just Ourselves -
And Immortaility.
We slowy drove - He knew no haste
And I had put away
My labor and my leisure too,
For Hs Civility -
We passed the School, where children strove
At Recess - in the Ring-
We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain -
We passed the Setting Sun -
Or rather - He passed Us -
The Dews drew quivering and chill -
For only Gossamer, my Gown -
My Tippet - only Tulle -
We paused before a House that seemed
A Swelling of the Ground -
The Roof was scarcely visible -
The Cornice - in the Ground -
Since then -'tis Centuries - and yet
Feels shorter than the Day
I first surmised the Horse's Heads
Were toward Eternity -
It is unnerving how detached Emily Dickinson sounds even when she talks about her own death. She looks at things - big and small - with sunch an impartial eye, I feel dizzy every time I read her poems.
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| zul |
Posted
on 08-Apr-02 02:02 AM
emily dickinson is my fav. esp the one nk wrote about. that is my absolute fav.
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| sparsha |
Posted
on 08-Apr-02 08:45 AM
Because I could not stop for Death is one of my favorites.
few more from Emily Dickinson
Love is anterior to life,
Posterior to death,
Initial of creation, and
The exponent of breath.
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I'm nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there's a pair of us--don't tell!
They'd banish us, you know.
How dreary to be somebody!
How public, like a frog
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!
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Wild Nights – Wild Nights!
Were I with thee
Wild Nights should be
Our luxury!
Futile – the Winds —
To a Heart in port —
Done with the Compass —
Done with the Chart!
Rowing in Eden —
Ah, the Sea!
Might I but moor – Tonight —
In Thee!
Her breast is fit for pearls,
But I was not a `Diver' -
Her brow is fit for thrones
But I have not a crest.
Her heart is fit for home -
I - a Sparrow - build there
Sweet twigs and twine
My perennial nest.
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