'Twas Just This Time, Last Year, I Died

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'Twas just this time, last year, I died.
I know I heard the Corn,
When I was carried by the Farms—
It had the Tassels on—

I thought how yellow it would look—
When Richard went to mill—
And then, I wanted to get out,
But something held my will.

I thought just how Red—Apples wedged
The Stubble's joints between—
And the Carts stooping round the fields
To take the Pumpkins in—

I wondered which would miss me, least,
And when Thanksgiving, came,
If Father'd multiply the plates—
To make an even Sum—

And would it blur the Christmas glee
My Stocking hang too high
For any Santa Claus to reach
The Altitude of me—

But this sort, grieved myself,
And so, I thought the other way,
How just this time, some perfect year—
Themself, should come to me—

by Emily Dickinson

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I think this reflects Emily Dickinson dying and starting her new life as a superhero. It shows the transformation and transition of her life, and she expresses her missing her old life when she was not saving the world. She wishes to go to a simpler time when she could spend time celebrating the holidays with her family, and not taking a bite out of crime. In the end, Emily accepts her fate, with the knowledge that with great power comes great responsibility -Barrack Obama