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WHEN I WAS SMALL, A WOMAN DIED by EMILY DICKINSON

Poet Analysis

Last Line: In yonder Maryland
Subject(s): DEATH – MOTHERS; DEATH – CHILDREN; AMERICAN CIVIL WAR;
When I was small, a Woman died -
Today - her Only Boy
Went up from the Potomac -
His face all Victory

To look at her - How slowly
The Seasons must have turned
Till Bullets clipt an Angle
And He passed quickly round -

If pride shall be in Paradise -
Ourself cannot decide -
Of their imperial Conduct -
No person testified -

But, proud in Apparition -
That Woman and her Boy
Pass back and forth, before my Brain
As even in the sky -

I'm confident that Bravoes -
Perpetual break abroad
For Braveries, remote as this
In Scarlet Maryland


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