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Read the poem: “I found the phrase to every thought”

by Emily Dickinson

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American Literature – American Poetry – Emily Dickinson
< < < I felt a funeral in my brain
I gained it so > > >

I found the phrase to every thought

I found the phrase to every thought

I ever had, but one;

And that defies me, — as a hand

Did try to chalk the sun

To races nurtured in the dark; —

How would your own begin?

Can blaze be done in cochineal,

Or noon in mazarin?


< < < I felt a funeral in my brain
I gained it so > > >

American Literature – American Poetry – Emily Dickinson

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