I don't love (maybe I should just admit: I don't get) many of Dickinson's poems, but when I do love (get) them, I fall hard.
both by Emily Dickinson
To Fight Aloud
To fight aloud, is very brave--
but gallanter, I know
Who charge within the bosom
the Calvary of Woe--
Who win, and nations do not see--
Who fall--and none observe--
Whose dying eyes, no Country
Regards with patriot love--
We trust, in plumed procession
For such, the angels go--
Rank after Rank, with even feet--
and Uniforms of Snow.
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Tell All the Truth
Tell all the Truth but tell it slant--
Success in Circuit lies
Too bright for our infirm Delight
The Truth's superb surprise
As lightning to the Children eased
with explanation kind
the Truth must dazzle gradually
or every man be blind--
"not what we say about our blessings, but how we use them, is the true measure of our thanksgiving" -w.t. purkiser
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