All But Death, Can Be Adjusted, di Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

All But Death, Can Be Adjusted

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All but Death, can be Adjusted—

Dynasties repaired—

Systems—settled in their Sockets—

Citadels—dissolved—

Wastes of Lives—resown with Colors

By Succeeding Springs—

Death—unto itself—Exception—

Is exempt from Change—

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All But Death, Can Be Adjusted

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