Poem by Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

Escape

I NEVER hear the word "escape"
Without a quicker blood,
A sudden expectation,
A flying attitude.

I never hear of prisons broad
by soldiers battered down,
But I tug childish at my bars--
Only to fail again! 

1. A Service of Song
2. Love’s Baptism
3. Renunciation
4. Rouge et Noir
5. Rouge Gagne

Elinor Wylie Escape ("When foxes eat the last gold grape")

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