Emily Elizabeth Dickinson


Loveís Baptism


Iím ceded, Iíve stopped being theirs;
The name they dropped upon my face
With water, in the country church,
Is finished using now,
And they can put it with my dolls,
My childhood, and the string of spools
Iíve finished threading too.

Baptized before without the choice,
But this time consciously, of grace
Unto supremest name,
Called to my full, the crescent dropped,
Existenceís whole arc filled up
With one small diadem.

My second rank, too small the first,
Crowned, crowing on my fatherís breast,
A half unconscious queen;
But this time, adequate, erect,
With will to choose or to reject.
And I choose ó just a throne.






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