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

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  • (2/1/2018 3:41:00 AM)

    вы вообще охуели чтоли! ! ! !
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  • (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

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 20, 2003

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