I Took my Power in my Hand, par Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

I Took my Power in my Hand

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I took my Power in my Hand—

And went against the World—

’Twas not so much as David—had—

But I—was twice as bold—

I aimed by Pebble—but Myself

Was all the one that fell—

Was it Goliath—was too large—

Or was myself—too small?

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