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Read the poem: “The Test”

by Emily Dickinson

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American Literature – American Poetry – Emily Dickinson
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The Test

I can wade grief,

Whole pools of it, —

I ‘m used to that.

But the least push of joy

Breaks up my feet,

And I tip — drunken.

Let no pebble smile,

‘T was the new liquor, —

That was all!

Power is only pain,

Stranded, through discipline,

Till weights will hang.

Give balm to giants,

And they ‘ll wilt, like men.

Give Himmaleh, —

They ‘ll carry him!


< < < The Sun’s Wooing
The thought beneath so slight a film > > >

American Literature – American Poetry – Emily Dickinson

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