“For each ecstatic instant, we must an anguish pay…”

For each ecstatic instant For each ecstatic instant We must an anguish pay In keen and quivering ratio To the ecstasy. For each beloved hour Sharp pittances of years, Bitter contested farthings And coffers heaped with tears. —Emily Dickinson Sit someday and watch the lightning crack over a deep swamp. The flat water, seeping along […]