Featured Poem 8/5 – “Safe Despair it is that raves—”

Safe Despair it is that raves— by Emily Dickinson



Safe Despair it is that raves—
Agony is frugal.
Puts itself severe away
For its own perusal.

Garrisoned no Soul can be
In the Front of Trouble—
Love is one, not aggregate—
Nor is Dying double—

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1 Response

  1. Heather says:

    I love Emily Dickinson so much; somehow she manages to write with her emotions instead of words.

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