Poems by Emily Dickinson: XXXVII ("If I shouldn't be alive")
Updated May 6, 2020 |
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XXXVII
If I shouldn't be alive
When the robins come,
Give the one in red cravat
A memorial crumb.
When the robins come,
Give the one in red cravat
A memorial crumb.
If I couldn't thank you,
Being just asleep,
You will know I'm trying
With my granite lip!
Being just asleep,
You will know I'm trying
With my granite lip!
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