Emily Dickinson (183086). Complete Poems. 1924. |
Part Four: Time and Eternity
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| T IS whiter than an Indian pipe, | |
| T is dimmer than a lace; | |
| No stature has it, like a fog, | |
| When you approach the place. | |
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| Not any voice denotes it here, | 5 |
| Or intimates it there; | |
| A spirit, how doth it accost? | |
| What customs hath the air? | |
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| This limitless hyperbole | |
| Each one of us shall be; | 10 |
| T is drama, if (hypothesis) | |
| It be not tragedy! | |
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