Emily Dickinson (183086). Complete Poems. 1924. |
Part Three: Love
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| OF all the souls that stand create | |
| I have elected one. | |
| When sense from spirit files away, | |
| And subterfuge is done; | |
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| When that which is and that which was | 5 |
| Apart, intrinsic, stand, | |
| And this brief tragedy of flesh | |
| Is shifted like a sand; | |
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| When figures show their royal front | |
| And mists are carved away, | 10 |
| Behold the atom I preferred | |
| To all the lists of clay! | |
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