Incoherant Ramblings from a First-Time Father of an Extraordinary Daughter, along with Musings on Life, Food, Books, Entertainment, Running (heh - yeah, right) and Poetry all with a Lousy Dawg
Saturday, December 26, 2009
So Proud She Was to Die
Emily Dickinson
So proud she was to die It made us all ashamed That what we cherished, so unknown To her desire seemed.
So satisfied to go Where none of us should be, Immediately, that anguish stooped Almost to jealousy.
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