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Wednesday, March 07, 2018

Nevertheless, Emily Persisted

They shut me up in Prose –

As when a little Girl
They put me in the Closet –
Because they liked me “still”   –
 
Still! Could themself have peeped –
And seen my Brain – go round –
They might as wise have lodged a Bird
For Treason – in the Pound –
 
Himself has but to will
And easy as a Star
Look down opon Captivity –
And laugh – No more have I –

Emily Dickinson.

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