Emily Dickinson

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

He Fought Like Those Who'Ve Nought To Lose - Poem by Emily Dickinson


He fought like those Who've nought to lose—
Bestowed Himself to Balls
As One who for a further Life
Had not a further Use—

Invited Death—with bold attempt—
But Death was Coy of Him
As Other Men, were Coy of Death—
To Him—to live—was Doom—

His Comrades, shifted like the Flakes
When Gusts reverse the Snow—
But He—was left alive Because
Of Greediness to die—

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  • (11/19/2015 7:36:00 AM)

    ....an excellent write, if we hold on to tightly we lose it ★ (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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