Emily Dickinson

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

The Luxury To Apprehend - Poem by Emily Dickinson

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The Luxury to apprehend
The Luxury 'twould be
To look at Thee a single time
An Epicure of Me

In whatsoever Presence makes
Till for a further Food
I scarcely recollect to starve
So first am I supplied—

The Luxury to meditate
The Luxury it was
To banguet on thy Countenance
A Sumptuousness bestows

On plainer Days, whose Table far
As Certainty can see
Is laden with a single Crumb
The Consciousness of Thee.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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