As Far From Pity, As Complaint Poem by Emily Dickinson
As Far From Pity, As Complaint
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As far from pity, as complaint—
As cool to speech—as stone—
As numb to Revelation
As if my Trade were Bone—
As far from time—as History—
As near yourself—Today—
As Children, to the Rainbow's scarf—
Or Sunset's Yellow play
To eyelids in the Sepulchre—
How dumb the Dancer lies—
While Color's Revelations break—
And blaze—the Butterflies!
Monday, January 13, 2003
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4/24/2024 10:52:11 AM # 1.0.0.1119
The last line is such a sweet end :)