Poets Loved: Fame is a fickle food. By Emily Dickinson — Steve Still Standing

Fame is a fickle food. By Emily Dickinson Fame is a fickle food Upon a shifting plate Whose table once a Guest but not The second time is set Whose crumbs the crows inspect And with ironic caw Flap past it to the Farmer’s corn Men eat of it and die A poem by Emily […]

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