Emily Dickinson

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

The Whole Of It Came Not At Once - Poem by Emily Dickinson

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The Whole of it came not at once—
'Twas Murder by degrees—
A Thrust—and then for Life a chance—
The Bliss to cauterize—

The Cat reprieves the Mouse
She eases from her teeth
Just long enough for Hope to tease—
Then mashes it to death—

'Tis Life's award—to die—
Contenteder if once—
Than dying half—then rallying
For consciouser Eclipse—


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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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