A friend was talking about a book he’s working on right now about Emily Dickinson….it’s amazing how little I know about a poet whose work I love so much. At any rate…it’s got me on a Dickinson kick…and I ran across this one for us to ponder today:
I died for beauty, but was scarce
adjusted in the tomb
When one who died for truth was lain
in an adjoining room.
He questioned softly why I failed?
“For beauty,” I replied.
“And I for truth, -the two are one;
We brethren are,” he said.
And so, as kinsmen met a night,
We talked between the rooms,
Until the moss had reached our lips
And covered up our names.