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The Blue Jay. By Emily Dickinson

    No brigadier throughout the year    So civic as the jay.    A neighbor and a warrior too,    With shrill felicity     Pursuing winds that censure us    A February day,    The brother of…

September 23, 2019September 27, 2019
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The Bee. By Emily Dickinson

    Like trains of cars on tracks of plush    I hear the level bee:    A jar across the flowers goes,    Their velvet masonry     Withstands until the sweet assault    Their chivalry…

September 23, 2019September 27, 2019
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The Battle-Field. By Emily Dickinson

    They dropped like flakes, they dropped like stars,    Like petals from a rose,    When suddenly across the June    A wind with fingers goes.     They perished in the seamless…

September 23, 2019September 27, 2019
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The Bat. By Emily Dickinson

    The bat is dun with wrinkled wings    Like fallow article,    And not a song pervades his lips,    Or none perceptible.     His small umbrella, quaintly halved,    Describing in the air    An…

September 23, 2019September 27, 2019
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The Balloon. By Emily Dickinson

    You’ve seen balloons set, haven’t you?    So stately they ascend    It is as swans discarded you    For duties diamond.     Their liquid feet go softly out    Upon a sea of…

September 23, 2019September 27, 2019
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That Such Have Died Enables Us By Emily Dickinson

    That such have died enables us    The tranquiller to die;    That such have lived, certificate    For immortality.

September 23, 2019September 27, 2019
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Thanksgiving Day. By Emily Dickinson

    One day is there of the series    Termed Thanksgiving day,    Celebrated part at table,    Part in memory.     Neither patriarch nor pussy,    I dissect the play;    Seems it, to my hooded…

September 23, 2019September 27, 2019
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Talk With Prudence To A Beggar By Emily Dickinson

    Talk with prudence to a beggar    Of ‘Potosi’ and the mines!    Reverently to the hungry    Of your viands and your wines!     Cautious, hint to any captive    You have passed…

September 23, 2019September 27, 2019
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T Was Later When The Summer Went By Emily Dickinson

    ‘T WAS later when the summer went    Than when the cricket came,    And yet we knew that gentle clock    Meant nought but going home.     ‘T was sooner when…

September 23, 2019September 27, 2019
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Sweet Hours Have Perished Here; By Emily Dickinson

    Sweet hours have perished here;    This is a mighty room;    Within its precincts hopes have played, —    Now shadows in the tomb.

September 23, 2019September 27, 2019

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