"میوه ی "ممنوع" را مزه ای است که باغ های "مشروع"را به سخره می گیرد چه لذیذ لمیده است در "پوسته" دانه ای که وظیفه اش "فرو بسته - Emily Dickinson

If the stillness is Volcanic
In the human face
When upon a pain Titanic
Features keep their place-

If at length the smoldering anguish
Will not overcome-
And the palpitating Vinyard
In the dust, be overthrown?

Success is counted sweetest
By those who ne'er succeed.
To comprehend a nectar
Require sorest need.

Not one of all the purple host
Who took the flag to-day
Can tell the definition,
So clear, of victory,

As he, defeated, dying,
On whose forbidden ear
The distant strains of triumph
Break, agonized and clear.

punctual as a star,