If Emily Dickinson were alive today, she'd definately be on Prozac.

"God keeps his oath to sparrows,/Who of little love/ Know how to starve!" (Dickinson "Victory Comes Late")

This line just struck me so hard I had to write about it.  What struck me is how it starts off sounding it will end well and end the poem on a more positive note and then everything just crashes down with the poor little creatures starving!  It also impacted me because I love animals so the image of creatures that I love starving just breaks my heart.  If Emily Dickinson were alive today, she'd definately be on Prozac.