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ClassicsEmily Dickinson
1130 That odd old man is dead a year— We miss his stated Hat. ’Twas such an evening bright and stiff His faded lamp went out. Who miss his antiquated Wick— Are any **** for him? Waits any indurated mate His wrinkled coming Home? Oh Life, begun in fluent Blood And consummated dull! Achievement contemplating thee— Feels transitive and cool.
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That odd old man is dead a year—
1130 That odd old man is dead a year— We miss his stated Hat. ’Twas such an evening bright and stiff His faded lamp went out. Who miss his antiquated Wick— Are any **** for him? Waits any indurated mate His wrinkled coming Home? Oh Life, begun in fluent Blood And consummated dull! Achievement contemplating thee— Feels transitive and cool.
Emily Dickinson
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Emily Dickinson
1830 - 1886/Female/American