poet Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

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All But Death, Can Be Adjusted

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All but Death, can be Adjusted—
Dynasties repaired—
Systems—settled in their Sockets—
Citadels—dissolved—

Wastes of Lives—resown with Colors
By Succeeding Springs—
Death—unto itself—Exception—
Is exempt from Change—

Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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  • Suryendu Chaudhury (10/22/2020 12:53:00 AM)

    Death is inevitable. It has always been there. So many changes take place but death remains like an everlasting constant!

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  • Angelina Holmes (5/6/2014 7:29:00 AM)

    Death never changes....

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