We do not play on Graves— Because there isn't Room— Besides—it isn't even—it slants And People come— And put a Flower on it— And hang their faces so— We're fearing that their Hearts will drop— And crush our pretty play— And so we move as far As Enemies—away— Just looking round to see how far It is—Occasionally—
Emily DickinsonYou cannot put a fire out! A thing that can ignite can go itself- without a flame- E'en through the darkest night!
Emily Dickinson