The Single Hound: Poems of a Lifetime by Emily Dickinson, Martha Dickinson Bianchi

Fame Is a Fickle Food

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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