Poems ✍️
  03.05.2025
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Author: Emily Dickinson

Fame Is A Fickle Food (1659)

Fame is a fickle food
Upon a shifting plate
Whose table once a
Guest but not
The second time is set.

Whose crumbs the crows inspect
And with ironic caw
Flap past it to the Farmer's Corn--
Men eat of it and die.


  Fame impermanence irony mortality

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