chaff.

[duccio]

XXXVIII.

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.



Emily Dickinson

Today's poem from DAILYLIT.