Empty my Heart, of Thee, par Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

Empty my Heart, of Thee

587

Empty my Heart, of Thee—

Its single Artery—

Begin, and leave Thee out—

Simply Extinction’s Date—

Much Billow hath the Sea—

One Baltic—They—

Subtract Thyself, in play,

And not enough of me

Is left—to put away—

“Myself” meanth Thee—

Erase the Root—no Tree—

Thee—then—no me—

The Heavens stripped—

Eternity’s vast pocket, picked—

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