Mine enemy is growing old Poem by Emily Dickinson

Mine enemy is growing old

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MINE enemy is growing old,
I have at last revenge.
The palate of the hate departs;
If any would avenge,

Let him be quick, the viand flits,
It is a faded meat.
Anger as soon as fed is dead;
'T is starving makes it fat.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Dr Antony Theodore 13 October 2020

Let him be quick, the viand flits, It is a faded meat. Anger as soon as fed is dead; 'T is starving makes it fat. Anger is dead. a very fine poem. tony

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Dr Antony Theodore 13 May 2019

I have at last revenge. The palate of the hate departs; hatred, , unsatisfied and satisfied in avenge, tony

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