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Emily Dickinson · Poems

Poem 120 of 446 · Second Series: Life

Poem 5

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I found the phrase to every thought
I ever had, but one;
And that defies me, -- as a hand
Did try to chalk the sun

To races nurtured in the dark; --
How would your own begin?
Can blaze be done in cochineal,
Or noon in mazarin?

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