Fame is a fickle food

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Fame is a fickle food Poem – by Emily Dickinson (Text-Version)

Fame is a fickle food
Upon a shifting plate
Whose table once a
Guest but not
The second time is set
Whose crumbs the crows inspect
And with ironic caw
Flap past it to the
Farmer’s corn
Men eat of it and die