I Never Hear the Word 'Escape’, por Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

I Never Hear the Word 'Escape’

I never hear the word 'escape’

Without a quicker blood,

A sudden expectation,

A flying attitude.

I never hear of prisons broad

By soldiers battered down,

But I tug childish at my bars,—

Only to fail again!

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I Never Hear the Word 'Escape’

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