For each ecstatic instant by Emily Dickinson
For each ecstatic instant
We must an anguish pay
In keen and quivering ratio
To the ecstasy.For each beloved hour
Sharp pittances of years,
Bitter contested farthings
And coffers heaped with tears.
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June 20th, 2006 at 9:03 am
Too much eX.
June 20th, 2006 at 10:50 pm
I should have guessed that you would be a fan of Great Emily, the Belle of Amherst. Only two great American poets of the nineteenth century–her and Walt Whitman.
June 20th, 2006 at 10:53 pm
<p>"I SING the Body electric; The armies of those I love engirth me, and I engirth them; They will not let me off till I go with them, respond to them, And discorrupt them, and charge them full with the charge of the Soul."</p>
<p>Walt Whitman</p>
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June 21st, 2006 at 8:31 am
That’s beautiful Peter, thank you for sharing. I will print it out and memorize it :)