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Emily Dickinson's Collected Poems

Part Four: Time and Eternity 123. I breathed enough to learn the trick

I breathed enough to learn the trick,

And now, removed from air,

I simulate the breath so well,

That one, to be quite sure


The lungs are stirless, must descend

Among the cunning cells,

And touch the pantomime himself.

How cool the bellows feels!

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