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I CRIED AT PITY, NOT AT PAIN by EMILY DICKINSON

Poet Analysis

Last Line: Had God willed differently
Subject(s): PITY; GRAVES;
I cried at Pity-not at Pain-
I heard a Woman say
"Poor Child"-and something in her voice
Convinced me-of me-

So long I fainted, to myself
It seemed the common way,
And Health, and Laughter, curious things-
To look at, like a Toy-

To sometimes hear "Rich people" buy
And see the Parcel rolled-
And carried, we supposed-to Heaven,
For children, made of Gold-

But not to touch, or wish for,
Or think of, with sigh-
And so and so-had been to us,
Had God willed differently.


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