Emily Dickinson - Fame is a fickle food (1659)
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2014-11-07
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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.
Emily Dickinson
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fame-is-a-fickle-food-1659/
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.
Emily Dickinson
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fame-is-a-fickle-food-1659/
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