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Saturday, April 3, 2010

April is Poetry Month

Success is counted sweetest
By those who ne'er succeed.
To comprehend a nectar
Requires sorest need. 
 
Not one of all the purple Host
Who took the Flag today
Can tell the definition
So clear of Victory 
 
As he defeated--dying--
On whose forbidden ear
The distant strains of triumph
Burst agonized and clear!
Emily Dickinson (1864)

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