Emily Dickinson

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

Not Probable—the Barest Chance - Poem by Emily Dickinson

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Not probable—The barest Chance—
A smile too few—a word too much
And far from Heaven as the Rest—
The Soul so close on Paradise—

What if the Bird from journey far—
Confused by Sweets—as Mortals—are—
Forget the secret of His wing
And perish—but a Bough between—
Oh, Groping feet—
Oh Phantom Queen!


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004



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