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It would have starved a Gnat-
To live so small as I-
And yet I was a living Child-
With Food’s necessity
Upon me-like a Claw-
I could no more remove
Than I could coax a Leech away-
Or make a Dragon-move-
Not like the Gnat-had I-
The privilege to fly
And seek a Dinner for myself-
How mightier He-than I-
Nor like Himself-the Art
Upon the Window Pane
To gad my little Being out-
And not begin-again-
(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)