I´m working on a poem that´s so true, I can´t show it to anyone.
I could never show it to anyone.
Because it says exactly what I think, and what I think scares me.
Sometimes it pleases me.
And this poem says exactly what I think.
(Lloyd Schwartz)
Thursday 28 August 2008
A Word Is Dead...
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Emily Dickinson 1830 - 1886
A word is dead When it is said, Some say. I say it just Begins to live That day.
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More info about Dickinson´s life and work visit this site.
Hello Namnet, thank yo for your kind wors on my blog and for linking me. I am glad you enjoyed the Hermitage :) A great place you have here too... pleased to meet you Best wishes Rima
to island rambles: How wonderfully said! Yes, I entirely agree as with the poem as with you. The said (or written) words are released to live their own life among us.
to Rima: Pleased to meet you, too. Your hermitage is trully wonderful place:-) And thank you for kind comment:-)
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Hello Namnet, thank yo for your kind wors on my blog and for linking me. I am glad you enjoyed the Hermitage :)
A great place you have here too...
pleased to meet you
Best wishes
Rima
to island rambles: How wonderfully said! Yes, I entirely agree as with the poem as with you. The said (or written) words are released to live their own life among us.
to Rima: Pleased to meet you, too. Your hermitage is trully wonderful place:-) And thank you for kind comment:-)
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