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Notes in Emily Dickinson’s pocket – “A wounded deer leaps highest” (Life, 8)

Posted on June 9, 2016 by Joy of Fishes

A wounded deer leaps highest, I ’ve heard the hunter tell; ’T is but the ecstasy of death, And then the brake is still. The smitten rock that gushes, The trampled steel that springs: A cheek is always redder Just … Continue reading →

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Notes in Emily Dickinson’s pocket – “A wounded deer leaps highest” (Life, 8)

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