The Mind
One day is there of the series
The Mind
One day is there of the series
Termed Thanksgiving day,
Celebrated part at table,
Part in memory.
Neither patriarch nor pussy,
I dissect the play;
Seems it, to my hooded thinking,
Reflex holiday.
Had there been no sharp subtraction
From the early sum,
Not an acre or a caption
Where was once a room,
Not a mention, whose small pebble
Wrinkled any bay, --
Unto such, were such assembly,
'T were Thanksgiving day.
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MLA
Dickinson, Emily. “One day is there of the series.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/dickinson/334/.
Chicago
Dickinson, Emily. “One day is there of the series.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/dickinson/334/.
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