| 175 (“I cautious, scanned my little life —”) |
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| by
Emily Dickinson |
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| I cautious, scanned my little life — | |
| I winnowed what would fade | |
| From what w’d last till Heads like mine | |
| Should be a-dreaming laid. | |
| I put the latter in a Barn — | 5 |
| The former, blew away. | |
| I went one winter morning | |
| And lo — my priceless Hay | |
| Was not upon the “Scaffold” — | |
| Was not upon the “Beam” — | 10 |
| And from a thriving Farmer — | |
| A Cynic, I became. | |
| Whether a Thief did it — | |
| Whether it was the wind — | |
| Whether Deity’s guiltless — | 15 |
| My business is, to find! | |
| So I begin to ransack! | |
| How is it Hearts, with Thee? | |
| Art thou within the little Barn | |
| Love provided Thee? | 20 |
Cynic — In classical Athens, the term
Cynic referred to a philosophical outlook (associated with Antisthenes,
an ascetic disciple of Socrates who lived roughly 445-365 BCE, the rather
more radical and outlandish Diogenes, c. 412-323 BCE, and the gentle and
much-admired Crates of Thebes, c. 365-285 BCE) that argues that virtue
is the only good and that the essence of virtue was to practice self-control
and live independent of others. Later, in the popular imagination,
cynicism became more broadly associated with the belief that human beings
are motivated entirely by selfishness and are thus untrustworthy, and
also with a sour and unpleasant disposition (although that was not part
of the original philosophy). |
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