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Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

Life – Epigram

Part One: Life

 
Epigram
 
THIS is my letter to the world,
   That never wrote to me,—
The simple news that Nature told,
   With tender majesty.
Her message is committed
   To hands I cannot see;
For love of her, sweet countrymen,
   Judge tenderly of me!

#Americans #Women #XIXCentury

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