Poems by Emily Dickinson: XXXI ("Death is a dialogue")
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XXXI
Death is a dialogue between
The spirit and the dust.
"Dissolve," says Death. The Spirit, "Sir,
I have another trust."
The spirit and the dust.
"Dissolve," says Death. The Spirit, "Sir,
I have another trust."
Death doubts it, argues from the ground.
The Spirit turns away,
Just laying off, for evidence,
An overcoat of clay.
The Spirit turns away,
Just laying off, for evidence,
An overcoat of clay.
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