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The Spirit is the Conscious Ear.
We actually Hear
When We inspect-that’s audible-
That is admitted-Here-
For other Services-as Sound-
There hangs a smaller Ear
Outside the Castle-that Contain-
The other-only-Hear-
(Emily Dickinson)
More Poetry from Emily Dickinson:
- Awake ye muses nine, sing me a strain divine (Emily Dickinson Poems)
- Sic transit gloria mundi (Emily Dickinson Poems)
- I cannot live with You (Emily Dickinson Poems)
- The Wind begun to knead the Grass (Emily Dickinson Poems)
- One Year ago-jots what? (Emily Dickinson Poems)
- Your Riches - taugh (Emily Dickinson Poems)