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Barbara Penn
B. Penn
39: She will stir her pinions
39
It did not surprise me –
So I said – or thought –
She will stir her pinions
And the nest forgot,
Traverse broader forest –
Build in gayer boughs,
Breathe in Ear more modern
God's old fashioned vows –
This was but a Birdling –
What and if it be
One within my bosom
Had departed me?
This was but a story –
What and if indeed
There were just such coffin
In the heart instead?
c. 1858 1945
by Emily Dickinson
from The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson edited by Thomas H. Johnson
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