Milk is counted sweetest

January 13, 2014

Milk is counted sweetest

By those who ne’er succeed.

To overflow their bowl

Pour beyond all need.

 

Not one of all the purple host

Whose trace is left today

Can tell the definition,

So clear, of victory,

 

As Froot Loops, frothy mush,

On whose melting torus

The distant crisp of triumph

Breaks, an agonizing crunchy chorus.

 

Emily Dickinson

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Tell all the Truth, but tell it slant (A poem)

November 25, 2007

Tell all the Truth, but tell it slant (First Draft)

Tell all the Truth but tell it slant—
Milk on cereal lies
Too cold for our infirm Delight
A freezing icy surprise
As the fridge turned too low
Explanation for broad mind
The truth must dawn gradually
Or every man be blind—

Tell all the Truth, but tell it slant (Final Draft)

Tell all the Truth but tell it slant—
Milk on cereal lies
Pleasurable, even for infirm Delight
Preferable; no surprise
Milk whets the hunger dawned
On explanation’s dry lips
The Truth must dazzle gradually
Or every man be blind—

-Emily Dickinson