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Poems

Fame is a fickle food (1702)

BY EM ILY DICKINSON

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

Fame is the one that does not stay — (1507)

BY EM ILY DICKINSON

Fame is the one that does not stay —

It's occupant must die

Or out of sight of estimate

Ascend incessantly —

Or be that most insolvent thing

A Lightning in the Germ —

Electrical the embryo

But we demand the Flame


Fame is a bee. (1788)

BY EM ILY DICKINSON

Fame is a bee.

It has a song—

It has a sting—

Ah, too, it has a wing.

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