Emily Dickinson

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

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

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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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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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