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Emily Dickinson · Poems

Poem 125 of 446 · Second Series: Life

Escape

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I never hear the word "escape"
Without a quicker blood,
A sudden expectation,
A flying attitude.

I never hear of prisons broad
By soldiers battered down,
But I tug childish at my bars, --
Only to fail again!

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