THREE POEMS
music: Margareta Jalkeus
words: Emily Dickinson
A WORD
A word is dead
When it is said
Some say
I say it just
Begins to live
That day
SIMPLICITY
How happy is the little stone
That rambles in the road alone
And doesn't care about careers
ANd exigencies never fears
Whose coat of elemental brown
A passing universe put on
And independent as the sun
Associates or glows alone
Fulfilling absolute decree
In casual simplicity
THE LOST JEWEL
I held a jewel in my fingers
And went to sleep
The day was warm, and winds were prosy
I said: "Twill keep"
I woke and chid my honest fingers
The gem was gone
And now an amethyst remembrance
Is all I own
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