The Spry Arms Of The Wind Poem by Emily Dickinson
The Spry Arms Of The Wind
The spry Arms of the Wind
If I could crawl between
I have an errand imminent
To an adjoining Zone -
I should not care to stop
My Process is not long
The Wind could wait without the Gate
Or stroll the Town among.
To ascertain the House
And is the soul at Home
And hold the Wick of mine to it
To light, and then return -
I should not care to stop My Process is not long The Wind could wait without the Gate Or stroll the Town among. very nice poem. tony
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I would like to translate this poem
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5/10/2024 5:21:18 PM # 1.0.0.1119
This poem too seems concerned with death.