Life XCIX. There is no Frigate like a Book (1286), by Emily Dickinson

Still Life with Books and Candle, by Henri Matisse

Emily Dickinson

Life XCIX. There is no Frigate like a Book (1286)

Part One: Life

XCIX

THERE is no frigate like a book

To take us lands away,

Nor any coursers like a page

Of prancing poetry.

This traverse may the poorest take

Without oppress of toll;

How frugal is the chariot

That bears a human soul!

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