Death & Dying
Mine enemy is growing old, --
Death & Dying
Mine enemy is growing old, --
I have at last revenge.
The palate of the hate departs;
If any would avenge, --
Let him be quick, the viand flits,
It is a faded meat.
Anger as soon as fed is dead;
'T is starving makes it fat.
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MLA
Dickinson, Emily. “Mine enemy is growing old, --.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/dickinson/156/.
Chicago
Dickinson, Emily. “Mine enemy is growing old, --.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/dickinson/156/.
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