Fame Is A Fickle Food (1659) Poem by Emily Dickinson

Fame Is A Fickle Food (1659)

Rating: 2.9


Fame is a fickle food
Upon a shifting plate
Whose table once a
Guest but not
The second time is set.

Whose crumbs the crows inspect
And with ironic caw
Flap past it to the Farmer's Corn--
Men eat of it and die.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
* Sunprincess * 27 November 2015

.....an excellent write and exceptional theme ★

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D WC 24 April 2008

this is a good poem wish u were still here writin' more

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your mom sez: 12 December 2017

lol it played immediately at full volume while i was in class...

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Unknown 21 March 2018

I feel bad for you

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ya boye 28 March 2018

yea same here: /

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yeeter 22 November 2019

why is this here? it is grim

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hiiiiiiii 20 November 2019

this poem was written in 1659........................... Emily Dickinson was born in 1830

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oliver 04 October 2019

was that I did not understand that

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banana 17 September 2019

I understood nothing btw

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banana 03 April 2019

i understood nothig btw

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