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To learn the Transport by the Pain
As Blind Men learn the sun!
To die of thirst -- suspecting
That Brooks in Meadows run!

To stay the homesick -- homesick feet
Upon a foreign shore --
Haunted by native lands, the while --
And blue -- beloved air!

This is the Sovereign Anguish!
This -- the signal woe!
These are the patient "Laureates"
Whose voices -- trained -- below --

Ascend in ceaseless Carol --
Inaudible, indeed,
To us -- the duller scholars
Of the Mysterious Bard!

Because I could not stop for format-
I fucked it in the ass
I'd be no mother fuckin' tradition's doormat-
Now tell me that ain't class!

Not one soul knew a line of my verse-
I did this all for my soul - for fun
Not till this bitch was dragged to heaven in a hearse-
My name? It's Emily Dickinson!

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Emily Dick-in-Son.