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Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

The Spirit Is the Conscious Ear

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The Spirit is the Conscious Ear.
We actually Hear
When We inspect—that’s audible—
That is admitted—Here—
 
For other Services—as Sound—
There hangs a smaller Ear
Outside the Castle—that Contain—
The other—only—Hear—

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