Emily Dickinson

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

Of Consciousness, Her Awful Mate - Poem by Emily Dickinson

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Of Consciousness, her awful Mate
The Soul cannot be rid—
As easy the secreting her
Behind the Eyes of God.

The deepest hid is sighted first
And scant to Him the Crowd—
What triple Lenses burn upon
The Escapade from God—


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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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