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We never know how high we are (1176)

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—

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  • japagow
    October 25, 2006
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    peaceful wisdom

    I have great respect for the simple wisdom in emily dickinson,s poetry. I also admire the work of Conrad Aiken who was largely responsible for bringing Dickinson's work to a wider audience. The website should have his poem Annihilation which is my favourite and has to be read without breathing.

  • Iana
    August 30, 2006
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    Does Emily mean that most people hide their light under a bushell for fear of looking as if they are boasting?


  • AndrewHide
    February 10, 2005
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    I like this, it is a simple piece but carries a good message.

    Andrew

  • Buchan
    February 4, 2005
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    Just a wonderful poem .Emily was a true poet of stature.
    Thank you for bringing her work to my attention. Well worthy of many reads.......Thank you

  • Jaden
    February 4, 2005
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    Such a recluse Emily was...over 500 poems written in her lifetime and only a few were published.

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