The Mind
Fame is a fickle food
From The Single Hound (1914)
The Mind
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.
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MLA
Dickinson, Emily. “Fame is a fickle food.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/dickinson/656/.
Chicago
Dickinson, Emily. “Fame is a fickle food.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/dickinson/656/.
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