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.
lol it played immediately at full volume while i was in class...
this poem was written in 1659........................... Emily Dickinson was born in 1830
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
.....an excellent write and exceptional theme ★