April 14

little black dress (a persona poem)
In the dark I wait in vain
Wondering when
she'll take me out
of the closet again.

How could someone like Emily Dickinson, with seemingly so little life experience, find so much to write about?

If I can stop one heart from breaking,
I shall not live in vain;
If I can ease one life the aching,
Or cool one pain,
Or help one fainting robin
Unto his nest again,
I shall not live in vain.

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