Emily Dickinson

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

I Gained It So - Poem by Emily Dickinson

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I gained it so—
By Climbing slow—
By Catching at the Twigs that grow
Between the Bliss—and me—
It hung so high
As well the Sky
Attempt by Strategy—

I said I gained it—
This—was all—
Look, how I clutch it
Lest it fall—
And I a Pauper go—
Unfitted by an instant's Grace
For the Contented—Beggar's face
I wore—an hour ago—


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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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