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Color – Caste – Denomination –
These – are Time’s Affair –
Death’s diviner Classifying
Does not know they are –
As in sleep – All Hue forgotten –
Tenets – put behind –
Death’s large-Democratic fingers
Rub away the Brand –
If Circassian – He is careless –
If He put away
Chrysalis of Blonde-or Umber –
Equal Butterfly –
They emerge from His Obscuring –
What Death – knows so well –
Our minuter intuitions –
Deem unplausible –
(Emily Dickinson)
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