Emily Dickinson

(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886 / Amherst / Massachusetts)

A Little Bread&Mdash;A Crust&Mdash;A Crumb - Poem by Emily Dickinson


A little bread—a crust—a crumb—
A little trust—a demijohn—
Can keep the soul alive—
Not portly, mind! but breathing—warm—
Conscious—as old Napoleon,
The night before the Crown!

A modest lot—A fame petite—
A brief Campaign of sting and sweet
Is plenty! Is enough!
A Sailor's business is the shore!
A Soldier's—balls! Who asketh more,
Must seek the neighboring life!

Comments about A Little Bread&Mdash;A Crust&Mdash;A Crumb by Emily Dickinson

  • Rookie - 184 Points Brian Jani (7/4/2014 6:19:00 AM)

    I like your approach to this topic.well done Emily (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 187 Points Angelina Holmes (5/4/2014 9:27:00 AM)

    beautiful...... love it! as always! (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 36,621 Points * Sunprincess * (4/29/2014 10:05:00 PM)

    .........absolutely love the title of this piece... (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 36,621 Points * Sunprincess * (4/1/2014 4:56:00 PM)

    ......keeping the soul alive...we need only our daily bread....enjoyed.. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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