Poet: Emily Dickinson
Success is counted sweetest
By those who ne'er succeed.
To comprehend a nectar
Requires sorest need.
Not one of all the purple host
Who took the flag to-day
Can tell the definition,
So clear, of victory!
As he, defeated, dying,
On whose forbidden ear
The distant strains of triumph
Burst agonized and clear!
May your Season be Festive
1 year ago
sexy poem
ReplyDeletethe best english poem i've read (agreed, not too many) is by emily dickinson, but i forgot both the name and what it is about. was short, something in the style of this one. would like to find it again. do you know by any chance which one i mean?
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