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 Re: taking apart the brain.
« Reply #60 on Jun 1, 2008, 3:21pm »

Hello Community!
Well, I must say I LOVE POETRY. Its so beautiful in every aspect. I just went to Borders yesterday and bought a book of Emily Dickinson's poems. She's such a beautiful writer. Though her life wasn't beautiful, you could never tell by some of her poetry. I thought I'd share some with you that I fell in love with. For some reason, the book doesn't say the names of all of the poems. Hmmm.... Oh well.


IF I can stop one heart from breaking,
I shall not live in vain;
If I can ease one life from aching,
Or cool one pain,
Or help one fainting robin,
Unto his nest again,
I shall not live in vain.



THE MYSTERY OF PAIN
PAIN has an element of blank;
It cannot recollect
When it began, or if there were
A day when it was not.

It has no future itself,
Its infinite realms contain
Its past, enlightened to perceive
New periods of pain.



BEQUEST
YOU left me, sweet, two legacies,-
A legacy of love
A Heavenly Father would content,
Had He the offer of;

You left me boundaries of pain
Capacious as the sea,
Between eternity and tome,
Your consciousness and me.


I'M nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody too?
Then there's a pain of us-don't tell!
They'd banish us, you know.

How dreary to be somebody!
How public, like a frog
To tell your name the live long day
To an admiring bog!


ALMOST!
WITHIN my reach!
I could have touched!
I might have chanced that way!
Soft sauntered through the village,
Saunterd as soft away!
So unsuspected violets
Within the fields lie low,
Too late for striving fingers
That passed, an hour ago.




Well, that's all I have for now. Any thoughts? What's your favorite? Mine must be almost. I've so many times had my life be this poem. Just barely have something slip through my fingers or reached as far as could for something hardly out of my grasp. Have a great week everyone!

God Bless,
Caitlyn! (I love you all!) ;D
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