Emily Dickinson

It Would Have Starved A Gnat

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It would have starved a Gnat To live so small as I And yet I was a living Child With Food’s necessity Upon me like a Claw I could no more remove Than I could coax a Leech away Or make a Dragon move Not like the Gnat had I The privilege to fly And seek a Dinner for myself How mightier He than I Nor like Himself the Art Upon the Window Pane To gad my little Being out And not begin again

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