Emily Dickinson - Choice
Emily Dickinsons Poetry -The choice one of my favorite poetries - read with me - Of all the souls that stand createI have elected one.When sense from spirit files away,And subterfuge is done;When that which is and that which wasApart, intrinsic, stand,And this brief tragedy of fleshIs shifted like a sand;When figures show their royal frontAnd mists are carved away, ?Behold the atom I preferredTo all the lists of clay!
