| I DIED for beauty, but was scarce | |
| Adjusted in the tomb, | |
| When one who died for truth was lain | |
| In an adjoining room. | |
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| He questioned softly why I failed? | |
| “For beauty,” I replied. | |
| “And I for truth,—the two are one; | |
| We brethren are,” he said. | |
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| And so, as kinsmen met a night, | |
| We talked between the rooms, | |
| Until the moss had reached our lips, | |
| And covered up our names. |
I search out these parallels in the way we live our lives. The more I study, the more pathways I find. The more people I meet- the more beauty and destruction I find. I love that she uses the past tense of verbs to describe the present tense of her life. Always viewing the end to symbolize the present, Dickinson becomes a master at reworking her visions into the philosophy of every day life.
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