That short--potential stir That each can make but once-- That Bustle so illustrious 'Tis almost Consequence--
Is the eclat of Death-- Oh, thou unknown Renown That not a beggar would accept Had he the power to spurn--
1874
One hundred years before I was born. . . I hope you don't mind my fetish for Dickinson. Belated sorrows for all our sudden disappearances, marked tenderly or furiously with "my"
Sweet kitty.
ReplyDeleteMy beautiful orange baby. You are already missed. I will always smile at the thought of you.
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That short--potential stir
ReplyDeleteThat each can make but once--
That Bustle so illustrious
'Tis almost Consequence--
Is the eclat of Death--
Oh, thou unknown Renown
That not a beggar would accept
Had he the power to spurn--
1874
One hundred years before I was born. . . I hope you don't mind my fetish for Dickinson. Belated sorrows for all our sudden disappearances, marked tenderly or furiously with "my"