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The heart asks pleasure first,
And then, excuse from pain;
And then, those little anodynes
That deaden suffering;
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And then, if it should be
The will of its Inquisitor,
The liberty to die.
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Emily is said to have carried a pencil and scraps of paper in her pocket in order to always be prepared when a poem came her way.

~  “Tell all the Truth but tell it slant.”  ~
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Image of Emily Dickinson – from the daguerreotype taken circa 1848. (my frame)
Poem – Emily Dickinson. Complete Poems. 1924.