Emily Dickinson

This Was A Poet It Is That

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This was a Poet It is That Distills amazing sense From ordinary Meanings And Attar so immense From the familiar species That perished by the Door We wonder it was not Ourselves Arrested it before Of Pictures, the Discloser The Poet it is He Entitles Us by Contrast To ceaseless Poverty Of portion so unconscious The Robbing could not harm Himself to Him a Fortune Exterior to Time

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