A happy lip—breaks sudden, di Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

A happy lip—breaks sudden

353

A happy lip—breaks sudden—

It doesn’t state you how

It contemplated—smiling—

Just consummated—now—

But this one, wears its merriment

So patient—like a pain—

Fresh gilded—to elude the eyes

Unqualified, to scan—

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If This Is “Fading”

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My Nosegays Are for Captives;

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