Emily Dickinson

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

Rehearsal To Ourselves - Poem by Emily Dickinson


Rehearsal to Ourselves
Of a Withdrawn Delight—
Affords a Bliss like Murder—

We will not drop the Dirk—
Because We love the Wound
The Dirk Commemorate—Itself
Remind Us that we died.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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