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Dickinson (5)
(9) Through lane it lay — through bramble — Through clearing and through wood — Banditti often passed us Upon the lonely road. Throughout the journey, the hindrances, the burdens and the obstacles Hardship follows without comfort The wolf came peering curious — The ow] looked puzzled down – The serpent’s satin figure Glid stealthily…
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Dickinson (4)
(6) Frequently the woods are pink – Frequently are brown. Frequently the hills undress Behind my native town. Often the crowd is young/ the first but overripe / the last Often the higher ones uncover the correct stage in my subconscious mind Oft a head is crested I was wont to see — And as…
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Dickinson (2)
(2) There is another sky, Ever serene and fair, And there is another sunshine, Though it be darkness there; Never mind faded forests, Austin, Never mind silent fields — Here is a little forest, Whose leaf is ever green; Here is a brighter garden, Where not a frost has been; In its unfading flowers I…
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Dickinson (1)
(1) Awake ye muses nine, sing me a strain divine, _ Unwind the solemn twine, and tie my Valentine! Oh the Earth was made for lovers, for damsel, and hopeless swain, For sighing, and gentle whispering, and unity made of twain. Awaken you of the left inspirators, find my spiritual pour of the divine. Unwind…
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Dickinson (3)
(5) I have a Bird in spring Which for myself doth sing – The spring decoys. My ascended feeder is emerging Which does apply to my works The new pretends And as the summer nears — And as the Rose appears, Robin is gone. And as it becomes clearer And as the fruit comes out…
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On coaster’s end
Once upon a time…
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