Poem by Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

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'Tis easier to pity those when dead
That which pity previous
Would have saved —
A Tragedy enacted
Secures Applause
That Tragedy enacting
Too seldom does. 

1. Superiority to Fate
2. Hope (Hope is a subtle glutton)
3. The Forgotten Grave
4. Forbidden Fruit. I
5. I Think Just How My Shape Will Rise

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