Emily Dickinson

More Life went Out when He Went

poem 422

More Life went out when He went Than Ordinary Breath Lit with a finer Phosphor Requiring in the Quench A Power of Renowned Cold, The Climate of the Grave A Temperature just adequate So Anthracite, to live For some an Ampler Zero A Frost more needle keen Is necessary, to reduce The Ethiop within. Others extinguish easier A Gnat’s minutest Fan Sufficient to obliterate A Tract of Citizen Whose Peat lift amply vivid Ignores the solemn News That Popocatapel exists Or Etna’s Scarlets, Choose

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