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We Play At Paste,
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886 / Amherst / Massachusetts)

We Play At Paste,

Poem By Emily Dickinson

We play at paste,
Till qualified for pearl,
Then drop the paste,
And deem ourself a fool.
The shapes, though, were similar,
And our new hands
Learned gem-tactics
Practising sands.

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We play at paste, Till qualified for pearl- -Great poem- -congrats- -
When one have the power to do good one does wrong and engage s oneself to imitate neglecting uniqueness.... anyway agreat Poet who mainly deals with death, a proud one for America and world English Literature...... nurul.
Emily Dickinson knew the art of image married to message. She should be read in a secluded place in your house and your heart.
]You can write here and nothing shows up
What a piece of genius from Miss Emily.


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