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Emily Dickinson · Poems

Poem 120 of 446 · Second Series: Life

Poem 5

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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?

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