Fame must always be in motion!
It cannot stay, what a silly notion!
You may strive with all your might
but if you stop at the height
or occupy it out of sight
soon you will forgotten be
out of the limelight – out of mind, you see!
Fame you won’t achieve
if stage’s shadows you won’t leave!
Brilliance – well hid – is all well
but for the audience’s yell
you must come out, or we can’t tell!
Lightning in the germ, electrical by name
but forget the embryo, we demand the Flame!
“Find an Emily Dickinson poem – preferably one you’ve never previously read – and take out all the dashes and line breaks. Make it just one big block of prose. Now, rebreak the lines. Add words where you want. Take out some words. Make your own poem out of it!”
I will admit to not remembering ever having read an Emily Dickinson poem before, so I just grabbed the first one that wasn’t too long, but the mere thought of taking someone else’s work (especially from one so famous), picking it apart and putting it back together in a different configuration simply terrifies me! Anyway, this is my attempt, and the beautiful poem in its original form can be found below:
Fame is the one that does not stay, by Emily Dickinson