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| 171. | Did life's penurious length by Emily Dickinson> | | Did life's penurious length
Italicize its sweetness,
The men that daily live
Would stand so deep in joy
That it would clog the cogs
Of that revol... |
| 172. | Going to Him! Happy letter! by Emily Dickinson> | | Going to Him! Happy letter!
Tell Him --
Tell Him the page I didn't write --
Tell Him -- I only said the Syntax --
And left the Verb and the prono... |
| 173. | He put the Belt around my life by Emily Dickinson> | | He put the Belt around my life
I heard the Buckle snap --
And turned away, imperial,
My Lifetime folding up --
Deliberate, as a Duke would do
A K... |
| 174. | Her -- "last Poems" by Emily Dickinson> | | Her -- "last Poems" --
Poets -- ended --
Silver -- perished -- with her Tongue --
Not on Record -- bubbled other,
Flute -- or Woman --
So divine ... |
| 175. | Her breast is fit for pearls, by Emily Dickinson> | | Her breast is fit for pearls,
But I was not a "Diver" --
Her brow is fit for thrones
But I have not a crest.
Her heart is fit for home --
I -- a ... |
| 176. | I never hear the word "escape" by Emily Dickinson> | | I never hear the word "escape"
Without a quicker blood,
A sudden expectation
A flying attitude!
I never hear of prisons broad
By soldiers batte... |
| 177. | I often passed the village by Emily Dickinson> | | I often passed the village
When going home from school --
And wondered what they did there --
And why it was so still --
I did not know the year... |
| 178. | I would distil a cup by Emily Dickinson> | | I would distil a cup,
And bear to all my friends,
Drinking to her no more astir,
By beck, or burn, or moor!... |
| 179. | I would not paint -- a picture -- by Emily Dickinson> | | I would not paint -- a picture --
I'd rather be the One
Its bright impossibility
To dwell -- delicious -- on --
And wonder how the fingers feel
W... |
| 180. | I'm ceded -- I've stopped being Theirs -- by Emily Dickinson> | | I'm ceded -- I've stopped being Theirs --
The name They dropped upon my face
With water, in the country church
Is finished using, now,
And They ca... |
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