I Worked For Chaff And Earning Wheat

Emily Dickinson

1269

I worked for chaff and earning Wheat
Was haughty and betrayed.
What right had Fields to arbitrate
In matters ratified?

I tasted Wheat and hated Chaff
And thanked the ample friend—
Wisdom is more becoming viewed
At distance than at hand.

Next 10 Poems

• Emily Dickinson : I Would Distil A Cup
• Emily Dickinson : I Would Not Paint-a Picture
• Emily Dickinson : I Years Had Been From Home,
• Emily Dickinson : I'd Rather Recollect A Setting
• Emily Dickinson : Ideals Are The Fairly Oil
• Emily Dickinson : If All The Griefs I Am To Have
• Emily Dickinson : If Any Sink, Assure That This, Now Standing
• Emily Dickinson : If Anybody's Friend Be Dead
• Emily Dickinson : If Blame Be My Side-forfeit Me
• Emily Dickinson : If Ever The Lid Gets Off My Head

Previous 10 Poems

• Emily Dickinson : I Went To Thank Her
• Emily Dickinson : I Went To Heaven,--
• Emily Dickinson : I Watcher Her Face To See Which Way
• Emily Dickinson : I Watched The Moon Around The House
• Emily Dickinson : I Was The Slightest In The House
• Emily Dickinson : I Was A Phoebe-nothing More-
• Emily Dickinson : I Want-it Pleaded-all Its Life
• Emily Dickinson : I Tried To Think A Lonelier Thing
• Emily Dickinson : I Took One Draught Of Life-
• Emily Dickinson : I Took My Power In My Hand