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Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Sonnet CCCXXXIV

My envy seethes below the fallen leaves,
defiant hills of discontented green.
I cannot find serenity today:
where are the placid fields of yesterday?
The strident branches reach up to the sky,
almighty in their rage, and ever high.
How void the arms which once held happiness,
which now are shrivelled in their bitterness;
how stark the cloudless sky of gray above,
a limitless expanse devoid of sun.

I have no place at lovely Nature’s feast;
the hosts all mimic me and tease.
I only see the progeny of rage,
which taunts me, multiplied in every way.

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A word is dead
When it is said,
Some say.

I say it just
Begins to live
That day.

- Emily Dickinson

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