Death & Dying
A wounded deer leaps highest
Death & Dying
A wounded deer leaps highest,
I've heard the hunter tell;
'T is but the ecstasy of death,
And then the brake is still.
The smitten rock that gushes,
The trampled steel that springs;
A cheek is always redder
Just where the hectic stings!
Mirth is the mail of anguish,
In which it cautions arm,
Lest anybody spy the blood
And "You're hurt" exclaim!
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MLA
Dickinson, Emily. “A wounded deer leaps highest.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/dickinson/7/.
Chicago
Dickinson, Emily. “A wounded deer leaps highest.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/dickinson/7/.
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