Empty My Heart, Of Thee
Emily Dickinson
587 Empty my Heart, of Thee— Its single Artery— Begin, and leave Thee out— Simply Extinction’s Date— Much Billow hath the Sea— One Baltic—They— Subtract Thyself, in play, And not enough of me Is left—to put away— “Myself” meanth Thee— Erase the Root—no Tree— Thee—then—no me— The Heavens stripped— Eternity’s vast pocket, picked—
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