Monday, August 14, 2006

Emily Dickinson...

...is my favourite poet. That is not to say that I, like a wine-taster, ventured out to sample an array of bards, and anointed her as my favourite poet. It simply means that given the limited range of my reading, this is one person who swept me off my feet with her sheer, uh-hm, poetry. She is bliss to read and she has a way with words;to emote with words; Ah! I can never do justice. So, let me do the smart thing and quote her.

Well, anyway, here is the poem:
I can wade grief,
Whole pools of it,—
I ’m used to that.
But the least push of joy
Breaks up my feet, 5
And I tip—drunken.
Let no pebble smile,
’T was the new liquor,—
That was all!

Power is only pain, 10
Stranded, through discipline,
Till weights will hang.
Give balm to giants,
And they ’ll wilt, like men.
Give Himmaleh,— 15
They ’ll carry him!

2 comments:

Nandhu said...

you just select the word that u want linked and use the link button and feed the link on the window that pops up. it's the window with http:// already written on it.

Suuren D'sa said...

Raj,
Join the club...
The ‘getting swept off the feet' happened to me quite early-while in school.
Here’s one of my favorites by ED.

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


Makes me feel good about life….