21 July 2005

Poetry Thursday

I Had Been Hungry All the Years
by Emily Dickinson

I had been hungry all the years;
My noon had come, to dine;
I, trembling, drew the table near,
And touched the curious wine.

'Twas this on the tables I had seen,
When turning, hungry, lone,
I looked in windows, for the wealth
I could not hope to own.

I did not know the ample bread,
'Twas so unlike the crumb
The birds and I had often shared
In Nature's dining-room.

The plenty hurt me, 'twas so new, --
Myself felt ill and odd,
As berry of a mountain bush
Transplanted to the road.

Nor was I hungry; so I found
That hunger was a way
Of persons outside windows,
The entering takes away.

1 Comments:

Blogger Schuyler said...

I always forget how good a poet Dickinson was. I've never heard that specific poem before, but I like it.

7/21/2005 09:57:00 AM  

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