Ever eating, never cloying,
All-devouring, all-destroying,
Never finding full repast,
Till I eat the world at last.
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A poet needs to keep his wilderness alive inside him. To remain a poet after forty requires an awareness of your darkest Africa, that part of yourself that will never be tamed.
by Emily Dickinson
To die-takes just a little while-
They say it doesn't hurt-
It's only fainter-by degrees-
And then-it's out of sight-
A darker Ribbon-for a Day-
A Crape upon the Hat-