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Jun 09, 2005 16:29


I was just surfing the web for some poetry and i found this. I like it. Its Emily Dickinson.

A BOOK

He ate and drank the precious words,
His spirit grew robust;
He knew no more that he was poor,
Nor that his frame was dust.
He danced along the dingy days,
And this bequest of wings
Was but a book. What liberty
A loosened spirit brings!

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booknookchick June 10 2005, 05:48:30 UTC
OMG, I have always loved that poem!

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