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

  • (4/13/2018 9:49:00 AM)

    what do this poem mean (Report) Reply

    (5/2/2018 12:40:00 PM)

    lol, i know what the

    5 person liked.
    1 person did not like.
  • (2/1/2018 3:41:00 AM)

    вы вообще охуели чтоли! ! ! !
    (Report) Reply

  • (12/12/2017 9:33:00 PM)

    lol it played immediately at full volume while i was in class... (Report) Reply

    (3/28/2018 1:48:00 AM)

    yea same here: /

    (3/21/2018 4:27:00 PM)

    I feel bad for you

  • Dr Dillip K Swain (11/17/2017 11:05:00 AM)

    Fame is a fickle food..a great piece of work (Report) Reply

  • (11/27/2015 2:36:00 PM)

    .....an excellent write and exceptional theme ★ (Report) Reply

  • (4/24/2008 10:26:00 AM)

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

Read all 9 comments »

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Read poems about / on: food, time

Poem Submitted: Monday, January 20, 2003

Famous Poems

  1. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  4. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  5. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  6. Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  7. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  8. Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep
    Mary Elizabeth Frye
  9. I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You
    Pablo Neruda
  10. Television
    Roald Dahl
[Report Error]