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
- Last seen on Apr 20 3:02 PM 2008. Member since February 14, 2006.
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(One two three hold your breath) Kneel for confession because Christ your savior has come. (one two three) sinking lower and lower she goes into the water--he has come has come. (One two three) I see them moving around me whi - The Gift at storywrite
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on Sylvia's Death by Anne Sexton, on September 5, 2008
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, on September 5, 2008
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, 2007This is one of my favorites. I kind of understand how he feels.
Amazed
Wow!!! I loved it. The ironic tone, and laughing bitterness that rings through this poem. It is sharp, poigmant, wow.