I Died For Beauty

I died for beauty, but was scarce
Adjusted in the tomb,
When one who died for truth was lain
In an adjoining room.

He questioned softly why I failed?
"For beauty," I replied.
"And I for truth - the two are one;
We brethren are," he said.

And so, as kinsmen met a-night,
We talked between the rooms,
Until the moss had reached our lips,
And covered up our names.

by Emily Dickinson

Comments (6)

Love God the creater. How amazing. If not for him be would not be alive.
God is our creater
(God, A Poem - Poem by James Fenton.) A grim piece of writing. May God forgive us all.
Love it! I can almost hear his one time friend, Christopher Hitchens reciting it, with that characteristic dropp in pitch and amplitude at end of phrase.
good writing...i agree totally
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