Fame is a bee

1763

Fame is a bee.
It has a song—
It has a sting—
Ah, too, it has a wing.

poem by Emily Dickinson
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A word is dead

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

I say it just
Begins to live
That day.

poem by Emily Dickinson
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Many cross the Rhine

123

Many cross the Rhine
In this cup of mine.
Sip old Frankfort air
From my brown Cigar.

poem by Emily Dickinson
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The pedigree of honey

The pedigree of honey
Does not concern the bee;
A clover, any time, to him
Is aristocracy.

poem by Emily Dickinson
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An everywhere of silver

An everywhere of silver,
With ropes of sand
To keep it from effacing
The track called land.

poem by Emily Dickinson
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Not "Revelation"—'tis—that waits

685

Not "Revelation"—'tis—that waits,
But our unfurnished eyes—

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I stole them from a Bee

200

I stole them from a Bee—
Because—Thee—
Sweet plea—
He pardoned me!

poem by Emily Dickinson
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As Everywhere of Silver

884

As Everywhere of Silver
With Ropes of Sand
To keep it from effacing
The Track called Land.

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Apology for Her

852

Apology for Her
Be rendered by the Bee—
Herself, without a Parliament
Apology for Me.

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Unto a broken heart

Unto a broken heart
No other one may go
Without the high prerogative
Itself hath suffered too.

poem by Emily Dickinson
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