Life IX. the heart asks pleasure first (536), por Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

Life IX. the heart asks pleasure first (536)

Part One: Life

THE heart asks pleasure first,

And then, excuse from pain;

And then, those little anodynes

That deaden suffering;

And then, to go to sleep;

And then, if it should be

The will of its Inquisitor,

The liberty to die.

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