this house of mine's <br />keyed to the world <br />its pleasure, its dismay <br />seventy two beats <br />to get me on my toes <br />the world's played out <br />in red blood passion <br />a hell, a heaven, <br />ecstasy, depression, <br />pleasure, pain <br />it does not take much <br />space for a full theatre <br />to run in full steam <br />in this house of mine <br />a heart and a head <br />are all i need <br />and by trades of these - <br />the whole world runs <br /> <br />inspired by <br /> <br />'Houses'—so the Wise Men tell me <br />'Houses'—so the Wise Men tell me— <br />'Mansions'! Mansions must be warm! <br />Mansions cannot let the tears in, <br />Mansions must exclude the storm! <br />'Many Mansions, ' by 'his Father, ' <br />I don't know him; snugly built! <br />Could the Children find the way there— <br />Some, would even trudge tonight! <br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />john tiong chunghoo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/houses-so-the-wise-men-tell-me-2/
