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Emily Dickinson · Poems

Poem 319 of 446 · Third Series: Life

Poem 38

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I worked for chaff, and earning wheat Was haughty and betrayed. What right had fields to arbitrate In matters ratified?

I tasted wheat, -- and hated chaff, And thanked the ample friend; Wisdom is more becoming viewed At distance than at hand.

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