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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.

(C) Emily Dickinson
01/01/2000


Best Poems of Emily Dickinson

• Come Slowly
• A Bee His Burnished Carriage
• The Future-never Spoke
• A Bird Came Down The Walk
• A Clock Stopped
• Home
• It Struck Me Every Day
• A Diamond On The Hand
• There Came A Wind Like A Bugle
• I Died For Beauty
• A Day! Help! Help! Another Day!
• I Reason, Earth Is Short
• I Have Never Seen
• A Great Hope Fell
• A Tongue-to Tell Him I Am True!
• This Is My Letter To The World,
• Dust Is The Only Secret
• A Man May Make A Remark
• A Letter Is A Joy Of Earth
• I Ment To Find Her When I Came;
• A Cloud Withdrew From The Sky