Perhaps You Think Me Stooping Poem by Emily Dickinson

Perhaps You Think Me Stooping



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Perhaps you think me stooping
I'm not ashamed of that
Christ—stooped until He touched the Grave—
Do those at Sacrament

Commemorative Dishonor
Or love annealed of love
Until it bend as low as Death
Redignified, above?

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Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

Amherst / Massachusetts
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