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Emily Dickinson

A Pang is more conspicuous in Spring

A Pang is more conspicuous in Spring
In contrast with the things that sing
Not Birds entirely–  but Minds –
Minute Effulgencies and Winds -
When what they sung for is undone
Who cares about a Blue Bird’s Tune -
Why, Resurrection had to wait
Till they had moved a Stone -

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