Happy Thanksgiving!
We here at Concentrate will be off next week to celebrate Thanksgiving, expressing our gratitude to those who have made our lives richer. We'll be back Dec. 3 with more stories of growth and innovation. Have a wonderful holiday!
One day is there of the series
Termed Thanksgiving day,
Celebrated part at table,
Part in memory.
Neither patriarch nor pussy,
I dissect the play;
Seems it, to my hooded thinking,
Reflex holiday.
Had there been no sharp subtraction
From the early sum,
Not an acre or a caption
Where was once a room,
Not a mention, whose small pebble
Wrinkled any bay,—
Unto such, were such assembly,
‘T were Thanksgiving day.
from The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson (Little, Brown, 1924),
available online at Bartleby.com
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