Poems by Emily Dickinson: Escape
Updated May 6, 2020 |
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Escape
Escape
I never hear the word "escape"
Without a quicker blood,
A sudden expectation,
A flying attitude.
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!
By soldiers battered down,
But I tug childish at my bars, —
Only to fail again!
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