The First Day That I Was a Life, by Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

The First Day That I Was a Life

902

The first Day that I was a Life

I recollect it—How still—

That last Day that I was a Life

I recollect it—as well—

’Twas stiller—though the first

Was still—

“Twas empty—but the first

Was full—

This—was my finallest Occasion—

But then

My tenderer Experiment

Toward Men—

”Which choose I"?

That—I cannot say—

“Which choose They”?

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