Emily Dickinson

Mine enemy is growing old

MINE enemy is growing old, I have at last revenge. The palate of the hate departs; If any would avenge, Let him be quick, the viand flits, It is a faded meat. Anger as soon as fed is dead; ‘T is starving makes it fat.

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