WE thirst at first,—’t is Nature’s act; | |
And later, when we die, | |
A little water supplicate | |
Of fingers going by. | |
It intimates the finer want, | 5 |
Whose adequate supply | |
Is that great water in the west | |
Termed immortality. -Emily Dickinson |
This is a small poetry club that started as a poetry email exchange between two friends. Our goal is to read a poem everyday, and this blog is one way to help keep us accountable. There is only one valid rule in poetry club: there are no rules in poetry club. Read any poem, in any order, with any or no interactions. You decide. We only suggest you read poetry!
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Our natural wants, desires and needs...when we really donʻt need so much at all. In death, we release all want and desire and no longer have the need for need. So beautiful.
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