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“My Life had stood – a Loaded Gun”

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My Life had stood – a Loaded Gun –
In Corners – till a Day
The Owner passed – identified –
And carried Me away –

And We roam in Sovereign Woods –
And now We hunt the Doe –
And every time I speak for Him –
The Mountains straight reply –

And do I smile, such cordial light
Upon the Valley glow –
It is as a Vesuvian face
Had let its pleasure through –-

And when at Night – Our good Day done –
I guard My Master’s Head –
‘Tis better than the Eider-Duck’s
Deep Pillow – to have shared –

To foe of His – I’m deadly foe –
None stir the second time –
On whom I lay a Yellow Eye –
Or an emphatic Thumb –

Though I than He – may longer live
He longer must – than I –
For I have but the power to kill,
Without – the power to die –

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The featured image is “Slovenščina: Pred lovom” (1883), by Jurij Šubic, and is in the public domain, courtesy of Wikimedia Commons.

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Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (1830-1886) was an American poet born in Amherst, Massachusetts. The author of some 1,800 poems, many of which deal with themes of death and immortality, she spent much of her life in almost complete isolation.





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