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I've dropped my Brain-My Soul is numb-
The Veins that used to run
Stop palsied-'tis Paralysis
Done perfecter on stone
Vitality is Carved and cool.
My nerve in Marble lies-
A Breathing Woman
Yesterday-Endowed with Paradise.
Not dumb-I had a sort that moved-
A Sense that smote and stirred-
Instincts for Dance-a caper part-
An Aptitude for Bird-
Who wrought Carrara in me
And chiselled all my tune
Were it a Witchcraft-were it Death-
I've still a chance to strain
To Being, somewhere-Motion-Breath-
Though Centuries beyond,
And every limit a Decade-
I'll shiver, satisfied.
I've Dropped My Brain'my Soul Is Numb'
Emily Dickinson
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Poem topics: breath, dance, death, woman, bird, decade, soul, sense, chance, brain, paradise, cool, yesterday, stone, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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