I’m “wife”—I’ve finished that—, par Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

I’m “wife”—I’ve finished that—

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I’m “wife”—I’ve finished that—

That other state—

I’m Czar—I’m “Woman” now—

It’s safer so—

How odd the Girl’s life looks

Behind this soft Eclipse—

I think that Earth feels so

To folks in Heaven—now—

This being comfort—then

That other kind—was pain—

But why compare?

I’m “Wife”! Stop there!

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I’m “wife”—I’ve finished that—

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