Monday, March 21, 2011

Emily Dickinson's Refusal

The Plenty hurt me - 'twas so new -
Myself felt ill - and odd -
As Berry - of A Mountain Bush
Transplanted - to the Road -

Nor was I hungry - so I found
That Hunger - was a way
Of Persons Outside Windows -
The entering - takes away -

1 comment:

  1. It's like we don't hunger for that which we have but only that which we don't have convenient to us.