Sunday, July 09, 2006

Sunday Poetry

Here's another from Emily Dickinson, one that is perfect for a Sunday:

He preached upon "Breadth" till it argued him narrow --
The Broad are too broad to define
And of "Truth" until it proclaimed him a Liar --
The Truth never flaunted a Sign --

Simplicity fled from his counterfeit presence
As Gold the Pyrites would shun --
What confusion would cover the innocent Jesus
To meet so enabled a Man!


Blogger Hecate said...

Goddess, she could put so much into a few, spare lines, couldn't she?

Thank you for this. It's lovely.

3:24 PM  

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