here’s one of my favorite poems by emily dickinson:
we never know how high we aretill we are called to rise;and then, if we are true to plan,our statures touch the skies.
the heroism we recitewould be a daily thing,did not ourselves the cubits warpfor fear to be king.
we are each […]
cubits.
September 6th, 2001 · by John · No Comments
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