Life XXXVII. FOR each ecstatic instant, by Emily Dickinson | poems, essays, and short stories in Poeticous

Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

Life XXXVII. FOR each ecstatic instant

Part One: Life

XXXVII

For each ecstatic instant

We must an anguish pay

In keen and quivering ratio

To the ecstasy.

For each beloved hour

Sharp pittances of years,

Bitter contested farthings

And coffers heaped with tears.

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