version 2.

Take from me everything, but leave me my Ecstasy,
and I am Richer still than all my Contemporaries.

Does such a fortune suit me ?
While at my very door

there are those who have much more than me ?
and yet they are so Poor !

- e.dickinson, aprés claire malroux et cjwm

version 2.

Immortality flees from fortune
We Borrow it to our Graves
We Hunger for a Promise
That the Force of our Love saves

- e.dickinson, aprés claire malroux et cjwm

Glory is a Bee.
It has a song,
It has a sting.
It also has a wing.

e. dickinson, aprés claire malroux par cjmw

Here we whiled away sweet hours
Timid in this room
Upon the walls of wishes played
The shadows of the Tomb.

e. dickinson, aprés claire malroux par cjmw

Words spoken by happy people
Are merely melody
But those who are awed by Beauty
Express it silently.

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God is in Truth a jealous God
He could not bear to discover
How we love nothing more
than to play with one another.

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As Subtle as tomorrow
the one that never came
a Guaranteed conviction
yet nothing but a name.

e. dickinson, aprés claire malroux par cjmw

That Love is all there is
is all we know of Love
and that's enough, it's mark is made
and to its measure paid.

e. dickinson, aprés claire malroux par cjmw