"He ate and drank the precious words,
His
spirit grew robust;
He
knew no more that he was poor,
Nor
that his frame was dust.
He
danced along the dingy days,
And
this bequest of wings
Was
but a book.
What
liberty
A
loosened spirit brings!"
-Emily
Dickinson
This poem is
one of my favorites because I have felt what it describes. My favorite
poems make me laugh or they give expression to what I am unable to express but
wish I could.
Emily Dickinson said it best when she defined poetry this
way: “If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can warm me I
know that is poetry. If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken
off, I know that is poetry. These are the only way I know it. Is there any
other way?”
- Anita
- Anita
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