Sarah Still Says

A word is dead when it is said, some say, I say it just begins to live that day.

Wednesday, April 26, 2006

I called on Death But Death Did Not Call On Me

A DEATH-BLOW is a life-blow to some
Who, till they died, did not alive become;
Who, had they lived, had died, but when
They died, vitality begun.

DEATH is a dialogue between
The spirit and the dust.
“Dissolve,” says Death. The Spirit, “Sir,
I have another trust.”
Death doubts it, argues from the ground.
The Spirit turns away,
Just laying off, for evidence,
An overcoat of clay.

WHILE I was fearing it, it came,
But came with less of fear,
Because that fearing it so long
Had almost made it dear.
There is a fitting a dismay,
A fitting a despair.
It is harder knowing it is due,
Than knowing it is here.
The trying on the utmost,
The morning it is new,
Is terribler than wearing it.

Above are selections of my favourite poems of Emily Dickinson, I Leave you with this..
"A word is dead when it is said, some say, I say it just begins to live that day."


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