We Play At Paste, Poem by Emily Dickinson
We Play At Paste,
We play at paste,
Till qualified for pearl,
Then drop the paste,
And deem ourself a fool.
The shapes, though, were similar,
And our new hands
Learned gem-tactics
Practising sands.
What an incredibly innovative verse. I am totally flabbergasted. Hat off for this brilliant American poetess.
I have written two comments and I am seemingly wasting my time
We play at paste, Till qualified for pearl- -Great poem- -congrats- -
When one have the power to do good one does wrong and engage s oneself to imitate neglecting uniqueness.... anyway agreat Poet who mainly deals with death, a proud one for America and world English Literature...... nurul.
Emily Dickinson knew the art of image married to message. She should be read in a secluded place in your house and your heart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/4/2024 11:34:47 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Emily Dickinson was a master of deriving the most meaning from the briefest, most efficiently vivid and memorable lines. This is a classic reminder of that gift.