Emily Dickinson

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

The Heart Asks Pleasure First - Poem by Emily Dickinson

The heart asks pleasure first
And then, excuse from pain-
And then, those little anodynes
That deaden suffering;

And then, to go to sleep;
And then, if it should be
The will of its Inquisitor,
The liberty to die.


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 15, 2001

Poem Edited: Tuesday, May 15, 2001


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