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Emily Dickinson · Poems

Poem 326 of 446 · Third Series: Life

The Past

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The past is such a curious creature, To look her in the face A transport may reward us, Or a disgrace.

Unarmed if any meet her, I charge him, fly! Her rusty ammunition Might yet reply!

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