Thursday, February 4, 2010

"I Died For Beauty" by Emily Dickinson

I Died For Beauty
by Emily Dickinson

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 - the two 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. 


  1. Slightly morbid. Still really good, though.

  2. I'm developing a taste, or at least a tolerance, for morbid poetry. ;)