Emily Dickinson

As The Starved Maelstrom Laps The Navies

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As the Starved Maelstrom laps the Navies As the Vulture teased Forces the Broods in lonely Valleys As the Tiger eased By but a Crumb of Blood, fasts Scarlet Till he meet a Man Dainty adorned with Veins and Tissues And partakes his Tongue Cooled by the Morsel for a moment Grows a fiercer thing Till he esteem his Dates and Cocoa A Nutrition mean I, of a finer Famine Deem my Supper dry For but a Berry of Domingo And a Torrid Eye.

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