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Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

As the Starved Maelstrom Laps the Navies

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As the Starved Maelstrom laps the Navies
As the Vulture teased
Forces the Broods in lonely Valleys
As the Tiger eased
 
By but a Crumb of Blood, fasts Scarlet
Till he meet a Man
Dainty adorned with Veins and Tissues
And partakes—his Tongue
 
Cooled by the Morsel for a moment
Grows a fiercer thing
Till he esteem his Dates and Cocoa
A Nutrition mean
 
I, of a finer Famine
Deem my Supper dry
For but a Berry of Domingo
And a Torrid Eye.

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