Emily Dickinson

Empty My Heart, Of Thee

poem 587

Empty my Heart, of Thee Its single Artery Begin, and leave Thee out Simply Extinction’s Date Much Billow hath the Sea One Baltic They Subtract Thyself, in play, And not enough of me Is left to put away Myself meanth Thee Erase the Root no Tree Thee then no me The Heavens stripped Eternity’s vast pocket, picked

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