Sunday, December 30, 2007

The Wisdom of Emily Dickinson.

Speaking of Our Deepest Fear, Daily Lit just delivered to me this poem by Emily Dickinson:

XIV.

ASPIRATION.

We never know how high we are
Till we are called to rise;
And then, if we are true to plan,
Our statures touch the skies.

The heroism we recite
Would be a daily thing,
Did not ourselves the cubits warp
For fear to be a king.

3 bonus scribbles:

Aimless Writer 12/30/2007 12:40:00 PM  

Wise woman, that Emily Dickinson.
Thanks Spy.

Buffy 12/30/2007 06:28:00 PM  

Dickinson really was annoyingly awe inspiring, wasn't she?

Laura J. Thompson 12/30/2007 08:27:00 PM  

I've always had a soft spot for Emily Dickenson. She manages insightful poetry without sounding preachy - quite a feat!