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I would not paint-a picture-
I'd rather be the One
Its bright impossibility
To dwell-delicious-on-
And wonder how the fingers feel
Whose rare-celestial-stir-
Evokes so sweet a Torment-
Such sumptuous-Despair-
I would not talk, like Cornets-
I'd rather be the One
Raised softly to the Ceilings-
And out, and easy on-
Through Villages of Ether-
Myself endued Balloon
By but a lip of Metal-
The pier to my Pontoon-
Nor would I be a Poet-
It's finer-own the Ear-
Enamored-impotent-content-
The License to revere,
A privilege so awful
What would the Dower be,
Had I the Art to stun myself
With Bolts of Melody!
I Would Not Paint-a Picture
Emily Dickinson
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Poem topics: despair, feel, sweet, delicious, bright, privilege, easy, picture, talk, celestial, poet, melody, torment, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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