Reading some Emily Dickenson for class and just wanna share a couple of verses which beautifully put into so succinct words, snippets of what I feel.

Compensation

For each ecstatic instant
We must an anguish pay
In keen and quivering ratio
To the ecstasy.

For each beloved hour
Sharp pittances of years,
Bitter contested farthings
And coffers heaped with tears.

For me, it was one beautiful Saturday paid for by one lousy Monday.
I especially like the money metaphor, that we pay our anguish with tears. Such lovely, well-crafted lines…

Disenchantment

It dropped so low in my regard
I heard it hit the ground,
And go to pieces on the stones
At the bottom of my mind;

Yet blamed the fate the fractured, less
Than I reviled myself
For entertaining plated wares
Upon my silver shelf.

Isn’t it true? That so many times so many external factors are blamed for our disenchantment, disillusionment of the world when in the first place, it is you who foolishly placed your hopes in the wrong places.

Wow… I’m finally developing a genuine love for poetry.

*amazement*

Guess it takes Lit (or ex lit) students to appreciate subtexts. I shouldn’t assume that everybody appreciates implicit non-verbal cues…

Got that? You with the guilty face…