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Read the poem: “Forgotten”

by Emily Dickinson

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American LiteratureAmerican PoetryEmily Dickinson
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Forgotten


There is a word

   Which bears a sword

   Can pierce an armed man.

It hurls its barbed syllables,—

   At once is mute again.

But where it fell

The saved will tell

   On patriotic day,

Some epauletted brother

   Gave his breath away.


Wherever runs the breathless sun,

   Wherever roams the day,

There is its noiseless onset,

   There is its victory!


Behold the keenest marksman!

   The most accomplished shot!

Time’s sublimest target

   Is a soul ‘forgot’!



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American LiteratureAmerican PoetryEmily Dickinson



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