Poetry Reading Emily Dickinson’s “The Secret” 10 September 200922 May 2015 joannemerriam Some things that fly there be, — Birds, hours, the bumble-bee: Of these no elegy. Some things that stay there be, — Grief, hills, eternity: Nor this behooveth me. There are, that resting, rise. Can I expound the skies? How still the riddle lies! Related Posts Reading Books read (so far) in 2024 14 April 2024 joannemerriam Reading Books read in 2023 1 January 20241 January 2024 joannemerriam