It Would Have Starved a Gnat, par Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

It Would Have Starved a Gnat

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It would have starved a Gnat—

To live so small as I—

And yet I was a living Child—

With Food’s necessity

Upon me—like a Claw—

I could no more remove

Than I could coax a Leech away—

Or make a Dragon—move—

Not like the Gnat—had I—

The privilege to fly

And seek a Dinner for myself—

How mightier He—than I—

Nor like Himself—the Art

Upon the Window Pane

To gad my little Being out—

And not begin—again—

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