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.
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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.
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.
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Emily Dickinson (one of my favourite poets)
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Take a look at all of Emily Dickinson's work: http://www.bartleby.com/113/
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