Emily Dickinson

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

One Day Is There Of The Series - Poem by Emily Dickinson

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One Day is there of the Series
Termed Thanksgiving Day.
Celebrated part at Table
Part in Memory.

Neither Patriarch nor Pussy
I dissect the Play
Seems it to my Hooded thinking
Reflex Holiday.

Had there been no sharp Subtraction
From the early Sum—
Not an Acre or a Caption
Where was once a Room—

Not a Mention, whose small Pebble
Wrinkled any Sea,
Unto Such, were such Assembly
'Twere Thanksgiving Day.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

Poem Edited: Wednesday, August 26, 2015


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