Emily Dickinson (183086). Complete Poems. 1924. |
Part One: Life
LXVIII
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| MINE enemy is growing old, | |
| I have at last revenge. | |
| The palate of the hate departs; | |
| If any would avenge, | |
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| Let him be quick, the viand flits, | 5 |
| It is a faded meat. | |
| Anger as soon as fed is dead; | |
| T is starving makes it fat. | |
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