Emily Elizabeth Dickinson ( )

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This was a PoetIt is That
Distills amazing sense
From ordinary Meanings
And Attar so immense

From the familiar species
That perished by the Door
We wonder it was not Ourselves
Arrested itbefore

Of Pictures, the Discloser
The Poetit is He
Entitles Usby Contrast
To ceaseless Poverty

Of Portionso unconscious
The Robbingcould not harm 
Himselfto Hima Fortune
Exteriorto Time

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Emily Elizabeth Dickinson's other poems:
  1. The Wife
  2. Rouge Gagne
  3. The Book of Martyrs
  4. Unreturning
  5. Whether My Bark Went Down at Sea

 . Poem to print (Print)

: 1904

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