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Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

The Soul’s Distinct Connection

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The Soul’s distinct connection
With immortality
Is best disclosed by Danger
Or quick Calamity—
 
As Lightning on a Landscape
Exhibits Sheets of Place—
Not yet suspected—but for Flash—
And Click—and Suddenness.

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