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Emily Dickinson's Collected Poems

Part One: Life 31. I found the phrase to every thought


I found the phrase to every thought

I ever had, but one;

And that defies me, -- as a hand

Did try to chalk the sun


To races nurtured in the dark; --

How would your own begin?

Can blaze be done in cochineal,

Or noon in mazarin?

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