Listen to:
Thirst and Immortality (:42)
by Emily Dickinson
performed by Bob Gonzalez, rhapsode
THIRST
We thirst at first, -- 't is Nature's act;
And later, when we
die,
A little water supplicate
Of fingers going by.
It intimates the finer want,
Whose adequate
supply
Is that great water in the west
Termed immortality.
IMMORTALITY
It is an honorable thought,
And makes one lift
one's hat,
As one encountered gentlefolk
Upon a daily street,
That we've immortal place,
Though pyramids
decay,
And kingdoms, like the orchard,
Flit russetly away.
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