Emily Dickinson

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

Of Course—i Prayed - Poem by Emily Dickinson

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Of Course—I prayed—
And did God Care?
He cared as much as on the Air
A Bird—had stamped her foot—
And cried "Give Me"—
My Reason—Life—
I had not had—but for Yourself—
'Twere better Charity
To leave me in the Atom's Tomb—
Merry, and Nought, and gay, and numb—
Than this smart Misery.


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  • Rookie Scarlett Leigh (5/7/2007 11:02:00 PM)

    Within guilty dignity
    Between remain and finish (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004



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