Emily Dickinson (10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886 / Amherst / Massachusetts)
The Martyr Poets—did not tell
The Martyr Poets—did not tell—
But wrought their Pang in syllable—
That when their mortal name be numb—
Their mortal fate—encourage Some—
The Martyr Painters—never spoke—
Bequeathing—rather—to their Work—
That when their conscious fingers cease—
Some seek in Art—the Art of Peace—
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- "I want"—it pleaded—All its ...
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- "Unto Me?" I do not know you
- "Why do I love" You, Sir?
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- A Book
- A Burdock—clawed my Gown
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