Part Five: The Single Hound, par Emily Dickinson

Part Five: The Single Hound

THE LARGEST fire ever known

Occurs each afternoon,

Discovered is without surprise,

Proceeds without concern:

Consumes, and no report to men,

An Occidental town,

Rebuilt another morning

To be again burned down.

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