My Collection: #14 The words

In honour of

# Emily Dickinson
[Picked for Samkor - I shall not live in vain, for the truth that I have to say, for the love that I have to stay.]

I had no time to hate, because
The grave would hinder me,
And life was not so ample I
Could finish enmity.

Nor had I time to love; but since
Some industry must be,
The little toil of love, I thought,
Was large enough for me.

Emily Dickinson
[Picked for WeiJun - for you're the wiser one, that makes me the positive one.]

If what we could were what we would -
Criterion be small;
It is the Ultimate of talk
The impotence to tell.

# Carl Sandburg

Buffalo Dusk
The buffaloes are gone.
And those who saw the buffaloes are gone.
Those who saw the buffaloes by thousands and how they
pawed the prairie sod into dust with their hoofs, their great heads down pawing on in a great pageant of dusk,
Those who saw the buffaloes are gone.
And the buffaloes are gone.

# William Shakespeare

(...)

Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky,
That does not bite so nigh
As benefits forgot.
Though thou the waters warp,
Thy sting is not so sharp,
As friend remembered not.
Heigh-ho, sing heigh-ho, unto the green holly,
Most friendship is feigning,
most loving mere folly.
Then heigh-ho, the holly!
This life is most jolly.