Death & Dying
The world feels dusty
From Further Poems of Emily Dickinson (1929)
Death & Dying
The world feels dusty
When we stop to die;
We want the dew then,
Honors taste dry.
Flags vex a dying face,
But the least fan
Stirred by a friend's hand
Cools like the rain.
Mine be the ministry
When thy thirst comes,
Dews of thyself to fetch
And holy balms.
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Dickinson, Emily. “The world feels dusty.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/dickinson/596/.
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Dickinson, Emily. “The world feels dusty.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/dickinson/596/.
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