Daily Emily Dickinson

poems | source | simple

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ESCAPE.

I never hear the word "escape"
Without a quicker blood,
A sudden expectation,
A flying attitude.

I never hear of prisons broad
By soldiers battered down,
But I tug childish at my bars, --
Only to fail again!


            
Friday, December 19, 2025
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