14 August 2009

i died for beauty -- but was scarce
adjusted in the tomb
when one who died for truth, was lain
in an adjoining room --

he questioned softly "why i failed"?
"for beauty", i replied --
"and i -- for truth -- themself are one --
we brethren, are", he said --

and so, as kinsmen, met a night --
we talked between the rooms --
until the moss had reached our lips --
and covered up -- our names --

// emily dickinson
speaking of scarce, my blog has been just that lately. ive been writing and photographing a whole lot. working on a website update as we speak, keeping my fingers crossed that it will be updated by monday morning.