Poems by Emily Dickinson: The Past
Updated May 6, 2020 |
Infoplease Staff
The Past
The past is such a curious creature,
To look her in the face
A transport may reward us,
Or a disgrace.
To look her in the face
A transport may reward us,
Or a disgrace.
Unarmed if any meet her,
I charge him, fly!
Her rusty ammunition
Might yet reply!
I charge him, fly!
Her rusty ammunition
Might yet reply!
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