Emily Dickenson's dreaming of Amherst.A Poem by RelicThere's a big old steel gate around her grave Though It makes no difference - crypt or cave 'Cause clocks won't tell the time of day To those that sleep in dirt or clay. It's dark - it's deep - what's small will creep. From the depths of soil on thee they'll heap As one takes the long nap in their plot Where quarters are tight, like it or not.
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