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One Anguish-in a Crowd-
A Minor thing-it sounds-
And yet, unto the single Doe
Attempted of the Hounds
‘Tis Terror as consummate
As Legions of Alarm
Did leap, full flanked, upon the Host-
‘Tis Units-make the Swarm-
A Small Leech-on the Vitals-
The sliver, in the Lung-
The Bung out-of an Artery-
Are scarce accounted-Harms-
Yet might-by relation
To that Repealless thing-
A Being-impotent to end-
When once it has begun-
(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)