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As Far From Pity, As Complaint
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886 / Amherst / Massachusetts)

As Far From Pity, As Complaint


As far from pity, as complaint—
As cool to speech—as stone—
As numb to Revelation
As if my Trade were Bone—

As far from time—as History—
As near yourself—Today—
As Children, to the Rainbow's scarf—
Or Sunset's Yellow play

To eyelids in the Sepulchre—
How dumb the Dancer lies—
While Color's Revelations break—
And blaze—the Butterflies!

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Comments (2)

The last line is such a sweet end :)
Very nice. Love her poetry.