Emily Dickinson

We Do Not Play On Graves

poem 467

We do not play on Graves Because there isn’t Room Besides it isn’t even it slants And People come And put a Flower on it And hang their faces so We’re fearing that their Hearts will drop And crush our pretty play And so we move as far As Enemies away Just looking round to see how far It is Occasionally

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