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Emily Dickinson

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

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?

Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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