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Emily Dickinson · Poems

Poem 125 of 446 · Second Series: Life

Escape

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I never hear the word "escape" Without a quicker blood, A sudden expectation, A flying attitude.

I never hear of prisons broad By soldiers battered down, But I tug childish at my bars, -- Only to fail again!

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