Emily Dickinson

I’M Ceded i’Ve Stopped Being Theirs

poem 508

I’m ceded I’ve stopped being Theirs The name They dropped upon my face With water, in the country church Is finished using, now, And They can put it with my Dolls, My childhood, and the string of spools, I’ve finished threading too Baptized, before, without the choice, But this time, consciously, of Grace Unto supremest name Called to my Full The Crescent dropped Existence’s whole Arc, filled up, With one small Diadem. My second Rank too small the first Crowned Crowing on my Father’s breast A half unconscious Queen But this time Adequate Erect, With Will to choose, or to reject, And I choose, just a Crown

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