Tuesday, August 01, 2006

Emily and the Fall

Nothing. Completely nothing.
A disastrous melancholy fell on my troubled mind. And all because of the aroma of august apples that filled my house. The smell which always brings the fall into my life.
HOW happy is the little stone
That rambles in the road alone,
And doesn’t care about careers,
And exigencies never fears;
Whose coat of elemental brown
A passing universe put on;
And independent as the sun,
Associates or glows alone,
Fulfilling absolute decree
In casual simplicity.
Emily Dickinson (one of my favourite poets)

Take a look at all of Emily Dickinson's work: http://www.bartleby.com/113/

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