Emily Dickinson

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

I Sometimes Drop It, For A Quick - Poem by Emily Dickinson


I sometimes drop it, for a Quick—
The Thought to be alive—
Anonymous Delight to know—
And Madder—to conceive—

Consoles a Woe so monstrous
That did it tear all Day,
Without an instant's Respite—
'Twould look too far—to Die—

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  • Gold Star - 36,460 Points * Sunprincess * (9/28/2015 7:55:00 PM)

    ..........excellent write...and great theme ★ (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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