The Nacreous Oughts

02 May 2008


Some things that fly there be--
birds--hours--the bumblebee--
of these no elegy.

Some things that stay there be--
nor this behooveth me.

There are that resting, rise.
Can I expound the skies?
How still the Riddle lies!

--Emily Dickinson

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