National Poem in Your Pocket Day

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This one courtesy of colleague Matt Seccombe. Thanks, Matt!


Emily Dickinson, Letter (1858)

I hope your cups are full.
I hope your vintage is untouched.
In such a porcelain life
one likes to be sure that all is well
lest one stumble upon one's hopes
in a pile of broken crockery.

My friends are my estate.
Forgive me then
the avarice to hoard them!
They tell me those who were poor early
have different views of gold.
I don't know how that is.

God is not so wary as we,
else He would give us no friends,
lest we forget Him!
The charms of heaven in the bush
are superseded, I fear,
by the heaven in the hand, occasionally.


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