Hey everybody... it's me (again!) ... it sort of makes me feel guilty the way nobody posts as frequently so I feel like I'm talking to a wall all the time... >.< Maybe it's boring to read my stuff !Anyway... hahaha so I was around Taipei City Hall last Saturday and before I came home I couldn't resist the temptation of going to Page One (how i love and hate that expensive bookstore all at once!), so as I was browsing the shelves I found a beautiful selection of poems by Emily Dickinson, and I had to buy it, so I did. (Now you know why I'm poor... ha) As I was reading through the first few pages, I came across a poem that really spoke to me and I felt everyone would enjoy it as well. According to the book, it's labeled poem XXX (30!)
I had been hungry all the years;
My noon had come, to dine;
I, trembling, drew the table near,
And touched the curious wine.
'Twas this on tables I had seen,
When turning, hungry, lone,
I looked in windows, for the wealth
I could not hope to own.
I did not know the ample bread, '
Twas so unlike the crumb
The birds and I had often shared
In Nature's dining room.
The plenty hurt me, 'twas so new,--
Myself felt ill and odd,
As berry of a mountain bush
Transplanted to the road.
Nor was I hungry; so I found
That hunger was a way
Of persons outside windows,
The entering takes away.
-- Emily Dickinson
I invite all of you to comment ^^! Though I have many thoughts about this, I think if everyone discussed it it could be more fun to see the different interpretations or similar experiences that you've had regarding the poem's theme.
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