I. LIFE - XXVII. ENOUGH

LIFE: XXVII. ENOUGH [Emily Dickinson's poem collection: Second Series [Series 2]]

God gave a loaf to every bird,
But just a crumb to me;
I dare not eat it, though I starve, --
My poignant luxury
To own it, touch it, prove the feat
That made the pellet mine, --
Too happy in my sparrow chance
For ampler coveting.

It might be famine all around,
I could not miss an ear,
Such plenty smiles upon my board,
My garner shows so fair.
I wonder how the rich may feel, --
An Indiaman -- an Earl?
I deem that I with but a crumb
Am sovereign of them all.

Content of LIFE: XXVII. ENOUGH [Emily Dickinson's poem collection: Second Series [Series 2]]

Read next: I. LIFE#XXVIII. Experiment to me

Read previous: I. LIFE#XXVI. Victory comes late

Table of content of Second Series [Series 2]



GO TO TOP OF SCREEN

Post your review
Your review will be placed after the table of content of this book