Emily Dickinson

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

If This Is "Fading" - Poem by Emily Dickinson

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If this is "fading"
Oh let me immediately "fade"!
If this is "dying"
Bury me, in such a shroud of red!
If this is "sleep,"
On such a night
How proud to shut the eye!
Good Evening, gentle Fellow men!
Peacock presumes to die!


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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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