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We never know how high we are
Till we are asked to rise
And then if we are true to plan
Our statures touch the skies—

The Heroism we recite
Would be a normal thing
Did not ourselves the Cubits warp
For fear to be a King—


emily dickinson

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  • on Cinderella by Anne Sexton, 3 hours ago

    Amazed

    Wow!!! I loved it. The ironic tone, and laughing bitterness that rings through this poem. It is sharp, poigmant, wow.

  • on Sylvia's Death by Anne Sexton, 3 hours ago

    Amazing

    This is amazing! I could feel her pouring in through this as if she were crying when she wrote it. So much emotion! So much power!

  • on After Auschwitz by Anne Sexton, 3 hours ago

    I liked this

    I can feel the anger pulsing through here. A poem of virtue. This seemed to be related to mankind, as a whole. "I say those things aloud" it makes you want to speak your mind, that's how powerful her poem is.

  • on 211th Chorus by Jack Kerouac, on July 7, 2007
    This is one of my favorites. I kind of understand how he feels.