"Riches in a little room."Is a phrase that haunts.Her since the voltage of you.Left.Snow or a library.Or a band of angels.With a message is.Not what.It meant to.Her.
and my choice of companion poem, by emily dickinson.
I died for beauty, but was scarceAdjusted in the tomb,When one who died for truth was lainIn an adjoining room.He questioned softly why I failed?"for beauty," I replied."And I for truth,--the two are one;We brethren are," he said.And so, as kinsmen met a night,We talked between the rooms,Until the moss had reached our lips,And covered up our names.Carson, Anne. "Emily Town" The Best American Poetry 1990. Don Mills: Collier Macmillan Canada, Inc., 1990.Dickinson, Emily. "I died for beauty" Emily Dickinson: Collected Poems. New York: Barnes & Noble, Inc., 1993.