Emily Dickinson

(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886 / Amherst / Massachusetts)

Bound—a trouble


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Bound—a trouble—
And lives can bear it!
Limit—how deep a bleeding go!
So—many—drops—of vital scarlet—
Deal with the soul
As with Algebra!

Tell it the Ages—to a cypher—
And it will ache—contented—on—
Sing&mdas h;at its pain—as any Workman—
Notching the fall of the Even Sun!

Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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