Monday
A little poem from Emily Dickinson which I quite like!
I died for beauty
I died for beauty, but was scare
Adjusted in the tomb,
When one who died for truth was lain
In an adjoining room.
He questioned softly why I failed?
"For beauty," I replied.
"And I for trith, - the two are one;
We breathen are," he said.
And so, as kinsmen met a night,
We talked between the rooms
Until the moss had reached our lips,
And covered up our names
princess maddie.
