A little bread — a crust — a crumb —
A little trust — a demijohn —
Can keep the soul alive —
Not portly, mind! but breathing — warm —
Conscious — as old Napoleon,
The night before the Crown!

A modest lot — A fame petite —
A brief Campaign of sting and sweet
Is plenty! Is enough!
A Sailor’s business is the shore!
A Soldier’s — balls! Who asketh more,
Must seek the neighboring life!

Analysis, meaning and summary of Emily Dickinson's poem A little bread — a crust — a crumb

1 Comment

  1. ea says:

    A soldier’s — balls?

    I know you’re talking musket balls here, Emily, but you still slay me. lol.

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