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Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

I could die—to know

570
 
I could die—to know—
’Tis a trifling knowledge—
News-Boys salute the Door—
Carts—joggle by—
Morning’s bold face—stares in the window—
Were but mine—the Charter of the least Fly—
 
Houses hunch the House
With their Brick Shoulders—
Coals—from a Rolling Load—rattle—how—near—
To the very Square—His foot is passing—
Possibly, this moment—
While I—dream—Here—

#Americans #Women #XIXCentury

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