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of Emily Dickinson‘s collected poems….

This was a Poet – It is That….

Distills amazing sense….

From ordinary Meanings –….

And Attar so immense….

.. ..

From the familiar species….

That perished by the Door –….

We wonder it was not Ourselves….

Arrested it – before –….

.. ..

Of Pictures, the Discloser –….

The Poet – it is He –….

Entitles Us – by Contrast –….

To ceaseless Poverty –….

.. ..

Of portion – so unconscious –….

The Robbing – could not harm –….

Himself – to Him – a Fortune –….

Exterior – to Time –….

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