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Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

A Burdock—clawed my Gown—

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A Burdock—clawed my Gown—
Not Burdock’s—blame—
But mine—
Who went too near
The Burdock’s Den—
 
A Bog—affronts my shoe—
What else have Bogs—to do—
The only Trade they know—
The splashing Men!
Ah, pity—then!
 
’Tis Minnows can despise!
The Elephant’s—calm eyes
Look further on!

#Americans #Women #XIXCentury

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