Emily Dickinson

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

Fame Is A Fickle Food (1659) - Poem by Emily Dickinson

Fame is a fickle food
Upon a shifting plate
Whose table once a
Guest but not
The second time is set.

Whose crumbs the crows inspect
And with ironic caw
Flap past it to the Farmer's Corn--
Men eat of it and die.


Comments about Fame Is A Fickle Food (1659) by Emily Dickinson

  • Rookie D WC (4/24/2008 10:26:00 AM)

    this is a good poem wish u were still here writin' more (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 20, 2003



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