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Read the poem: “The Master”

by Emily Dickinson

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American LiteratureAmerican PoetryEmily Dickinson
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The Master


He fumbles at your spirit

   As players at the keys

Before they drop full music on;

   He stuns you by degrees,


Prepares your brittle substance

   For the ethereal blow,

By fainter hammers, further heard,

   Then nearer, then so slow


Your breath has time to straighten,

   Your brain to bubble cool, —

Deals one imperial thunderbolt

   That scalps your naked soul.



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American LiteratureAmerican PoetryEmily Dickinson



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