Emily Dickinson

To Put This World Down, Like A Bundle

poem 527

To put this World down, like a Bundle And walk steady, away, Requires Energy possibly Agony ‘Tis the Scarlet way Trodden with straight renunciation By the Son of God Later, his faint Confederates Justify the Road Flavors of that old Crucifixion Filaments of Bloom, Pontius Pilate sowed Strong Clusters, from Barabbas’ Tomb Sacrament, Saints partook before us Patent, every drop, With the Brand of the Gentile Drinker Who indorsed the Cup

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