Renunciation, di Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

Renunciation

Renunciation—is a piercing Virtue—

The letting go

A Presence—for an Expectation—

Not now—

The putting out of Eyes—

Just Sunrise—

Lest Day—

Day’s Great Progenitor—

Outvie

Renunciation—is the Choosing

Against itself—

Itself to justify

Unto itself—

When larger function—

Make that appear—

Smaller—that Covered Vision—Here—

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