Life XXXVI. I never hear the word “escape”, por Emily Dickinson | poemas, ensayos y cuentos en Poéticous

Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

Life XXXVI. I never hear the word “escape”

Part One: Life

XXXVI

I NEVER hear the word “escape”

Without a quicker blood,

A sudden expectation,

A flying attitude.

I never hear of prisons broad

By soldiers battered down,

But I tug childish at my bars,—

Only to fail again!

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