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Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

I’M

199
 
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!

#Americans #Women #XIXCentury

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