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A Dying Tiger – moaned for Drink –
I hunted all the Sand –
I caught the Dripping of a Rock
And bore it in my Hand –
His Mighty Balls – in death were thick –
But searching – I could see
A Vision on the Retina
Of Water – and of me –
‘Twas not my blame – who sped too slow –
‘Twas not his blame – who died
While I was reaching him –
But ’twas – the fact that He was dead –
(Emily Dickinson)
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