Who robbed the woods, The trusting woods? The unsuspecting trees Brought out their burrs and mosses His fantasy to please. He scanned their trinkets,… - Emily Dickinson

Death is a Dialogue between
The Spirit and the Dust.
“Dissolve” says Death,
The Spirit “Sir
I have another Trust” -

Death doubts it -
Argues from the Ground -
The Spirit turns away
Just laying off for evidence
An Overcoat of Clay.

Perhaps I asked too large — I take — no less than skies — For Earths, grow thick as
Berries, in my native town — My Basket holds — just — Firmaments — Those — dangle easy — on my arm,
But smaller bundles — Cram.

За да направиш прерия е нужно- пчела и детелина и една мечта голяма.Ако мечтата е достатъчно голяма ,може и без пчела и детелина! Емили Дикинсън