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“I HIDE myself within my flower That wearing on your breast, You, unsuspecting, wear me too - And angels know the rest. I hide myself within my flower, That, fading from your vase, You, unsuspecting, feel for me Almost a loneliness.”

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Book:The Poems of Emily Dickinson
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The Poems of Emily Dickinson

This volume includes a selection of Emily Dickinson's renowned poems, showcasing her unique approach to verse, which often features unconventional punctuation and a focus on personal reflection and spiritual inquiry. more

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Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson was a renowned American poet of the 19th century, known for her unique poetic style and profound introspection. Her poetry is characterized by its concise form and philosophical language, often exploring themes such as life, death, nature, and religion. more

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