Emily Dickinson (183086). Complete Poems. 1924. |
Part One: Life
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| THE PAST is such a curious creature, | |
| To look her in the face | |
| A transport may reward us, | |
| Or a disgrace. | |
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| Unarmed if any meet her, | 5 |
| I charge him, fly! | |
| Her rusty ammunition | |
| Might yet reply! | |
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