It's an overcast Saturday morning, and I really would rather be doing something else right now, but, I'm the one who procrastinated! Okay here's yet another of my favorite poems. I have one favorite poetry book, and all my favorites are marked. I read them in the bathtub. Way too much information.
Emily Dickinson's, Success is counted sweetest:
Success is counted sweetest
By those who ne'er succeed.
To comprehend a necter
Requires sorest need.
Not one of the purple Host
Who took the Flag today
Can tell the definition
So clear of Victory
As he defeated - dying -
On whose forbidden ear
The distant strains of triumph
Burst agonized and clear!
I always wondered why she capitalized Host, Flag, and Victory in the second stanza.
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