Emily Dickinson

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

When I Was Small, A Woman Died - Poem by Emily Dickinson

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When I was small, a Woman died—
Today—her Only Boy
Went up from the Potomac—
His face all Victory

To look at her—How slowly
The Seasons must have turned
Till Bullets clipt an Angle
And He passed quickly round—

If pride shall be in Paradise—
Ourself cannot decide—
Of their imperial Conduct—
No person testified—

But, proud in Apparition—
That Woman and her Boy
Pass back and forth, before my Brain
As even in the sky—

I'm confident that Bravoes—
Perpetual break abroad
For Braveries, remote as this
In Scarlet Maryland—


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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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