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XXI. Your Riches Taught Me Poverty
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XXI. Your Riches Taught Me Poverty

August 29, 2017August 27, 2017 benwdaltonLeave a comment

…though myself a millionaire…

XX. I Have No Life But This
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XX. I Have No Life But This

August 27, 2017 benwdaltonAsideLeave a comment

XX.

I have no life but this,
To lead it here;
Behind this door, pressing up
To listen with my ear.

Nor urgent chores,
Nor appointments new,
Except to this extent:
(Whispering to you.)

 

—

Dickinson’s final, slightly more romantic version.

IX. Have You Got A Brook In Your Little Heart?
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IX. Have You Got A Brook In Your Little Heart?

March 25, 2017 benwdaltonImageLeave a comment

…then you should really have it checked out.

VIII. That I Did Always Love
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VIII. That I Did Always Love

March 22, 2017March 22, 2017 benwdaltonLeave a comment

…I bring thee proof…

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