Emily Dickinson

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

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

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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!


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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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