Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Ýìèëè Äèêèíñîí)

Escape

I NEVER hear the word "escape"
Without a quicker blood,
A sudden expectation,
A flying attitude.

I never hear of prisons broad
by soldiers battered down,
But I tug childish at my bars--
Only to fail again! 

1. Of all the Sounds Despatched Abroad
2. Much Madness is Divinest Sense
3. To Fight Aloud is Very Brave
4. Pain
5. The Bustle in a House

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