by Emily Dickinson
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American Literature – American Poetry – Emily Dickinson
< < < Day’s Parlor
Death > > >
Dead
There’s something quieter than sleep
Within this inner room!
It wears a sprig upon its breast,
And will not tell its name.
Some touch it and some kiss it,
Some chafe its idle hand;
It has a simple gravity
I do not understand!
While simple-hearted neighbors
Chat of the ‘early dead,’
We, prone to periphrasis,
Remark that birds have fled!
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Death > > >
American Literature – American Poetry – Emily Dickinson
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