The First Day That I Was A Life - Poem by Emily Dickinson
The first Day that I was a Life
I recollect it—How still—
That last Day that I was a Life
I recollect it—as well—
'Twas stiller—though the first
"Twas empty—but the first
This—was my finallest Occasion—
My tenderer Experiment
"Which choose I"?
That—I cannot say—
"Which choose They"?
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