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I'm "wife"—I've finished that—
That other state—
I'm Czar—I'm "Woman" now—
It's safer so—
How odd the Girl's life looks
Behind this soft Eclipse—
I think that Earth feels so
To folks in Heaven—now—
This being comfort—then
That other kind—was pain—
But why compare?
I'm "Wife"! Stop there!
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- The Soul Has Bandaged Moments
- Light Is Sufficient To Itself
- The Definition Of Beauty Is
- To Be Alive—is Power
- Her Breast Is Fit For Pearls