Just A Poem

Sunday, August 5th, 2012

Hello to all bloggers taking a break from the sardonic and funny.

I found this poem by Emily Dickinson while I was nosing around the internet looking for a fitting poem to put at the start of a book I’m writing:

Success is counted sweetest

By those who ne’er succeed.

To comprehend a nectar

Requires sorest need.

Not one of all the purple host

Who took the flag to-day

Can tell the definition,

So clear, of victory,

As he, defeated, dying,

On whose forbidden ear,

The distant strains of triumph

Break, agonized and clear.

Before I found out that she wrote like, a gazillion poems about stuff and they are all awesome, I just liked that one called In Vain. But it turns out In Vain wasn’t just her only gem– everything she wrote was fantastic. This poem hit me deeper than the others. There’s something simple about it– simply conveying these deep, deep ideas. Isn’t it true that those who haven’t known success find it sweeter when they finally get it than those who know it all their lives? And I feel bad for that guy, defeated, dying, feeling the pangs of being on the other side of success, all too clearly. So I wonder if success means more when someone has never had it before, and means less when someone is used to it. I think so.

Hats off to you, Emily Dickinson! You’re awesome. Yours as ever sincerely, ~Onceabasementdog.


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