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Emily Dickinson (1830–86). Complete Poems. 1924.

Part One: Life

CXXVIII

THE PAST is such a curious creature,

To look her in the face

A transport may reward us,

Or a disgrace.

Unarmed if any meet her,

I charge him, fly!

Her rusty ammunition

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