Emily Dickinson (183086). Complete Poems. 1924. |
Part One: Life
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| YOU cannot put a fire out; | |
| A thing that can ignite | |
| Can go, itself, without a fan | |
| Upon the slowest night. | |
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| You cannot fold a flood | 5 |
| And put it in a drawer, | |
| Because the winds would find it out, | |
| And tell your cedar floor. | |
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