Emily Dickinson

They Shut Me Up In Prose

They shut me up in Prose As when a little Girl They put me in the Closet Because they liked me still Still! Could themself have peeped And seen my Brain go round They might as wise have lodged a Bird For Treason in the Pound Himself has but to will And easy as a Star Abolish his Captivity And laugh No more have I

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