Tuesday, May 5, 2009

"The Wife" by Emily Dickinson


The Wife

She rose to his requirement, dropped
The playthings of her life
To take the honorable work
Of woman and of wife.

If aught she missed in her new day
Of amplitude or awe,
Or first prospective or the gold
In using wore away,

It lay unmentioned, as the sea
Develops pearl and weed,
But only to himself is known
The fathoms they abide.


3 comments:

Conny said...

I love love love Emily Dickinson! My fav poem by her is:
A word is dead,
when it is said,
some say.
I say it just begins to live that day!

:)

Evening Shade Morning Latte said...

Conny ~
Emily has a great flair for words, that's for sure. I am glad you enjoyed this post.

Blessed Beyond said...

i love this one too! Thank you for sharing!