Challenging Emily Dickinson - Poem by Anthony Weir
Nature's red in tooth and claw
But we are black of heart.
There's more 'soul' in a jackal's paw
than all our works of art.
So I will kindly stop for Death
and do the gracious thing.
And with the gift of my last breath
transform to sweet
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