A Man May Make a Remark, by Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

A Man May Make a Remark

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A Man may make a Remark—

In itself—a quiet thing

That may furnish the Fuse unto a Spark

In dormant nature—lain—

Let us deport—with skill—

Let us discourse—with care—

Powder exists in Charcoal—

Before it exists in Fire.

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