by Emily Dickinson
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American Literature – American Poetry – Emily Dickinson
< < < The farthest thunder that I heard
The Forgotten Grave > > >
The First Lesson
Not in this world to see his face
Sounds long, until I read the place
Where this is said to be
But just the primer to a life
Unopened, rare, upon the shelf,
Clasped yet to him and me.
And yet, my primer suits me so
I would not choose a book to know
Than that, be sweeter wise;
Might some one else so learned be,
And leave me just my A B C,
Himself could have the skies.
< < < The farthest thunder that I heard
The Forgotten Grave > > >
American Literature – American Poetry – Emily Dickinson
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