Emily Dickinson

It Feels A Shame To Be Alive

poem 444

It feels a shame to be Alive When Men so brave are dead One envies the Distinguished Dust Permitted such a Head The Stone that tells defending Whom This Spartan put away What little of Him we possessed In Pawn for Liberty The price is great Sublimely paid Do we deserve a Thing That lives like Dollars must be piled Before we may obtain? Are we that wait sufficient worth That such Enormous Pearl As life dissolved be for Us In Battle’s horrid Bowl? It may be a Renown to live I think the Man who die Those unsustained Saviors Present Divinity

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