I Died For Beautyby 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.
Lady In Blue
11 years ago
Slightly morbid. Still really good, though.
ReplyDeleteI'm developing a taste, or at least a tolerance, for morbid poetry. ;)
ReplyDeleteHmm, very deep.
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