To Put This World Down, Like a Bundle, by Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

To Put This World Down, Like a Bundle

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To put this World down, like a Bundle—

And walk steady, away,

Requires Energy—possibly Agony—

’Tis the Scarlet way

Trodden with straight renunciation

By the Son of God—

Later, his faint Confederates

Justify the Road—

Flavors of that old Crucifixion—

Filaments of Bloom, Pontius Pilate sowed—

Strong Clusters, from Barabbas’ Tomb—

Sacrament, Saints partook before us—

Patent, every drop,

With the Brand of the Gentile Drinker

Who indorsed the Cup—

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To Put This World Down, Like a Bundle

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