Poems by Emily Dickinson-3
XLV. THE PAST.

Emily Dick

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The past is such a curious creature,

To look her in the face

A transport may reward us,

Or a disgrace.

Unarmed if any meet her,

I charge him, fly!

Her rusty ammunition

Might yet reply!

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