Poem by Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

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. Memorials
2. I Went to Heaven
3. Their Height in Heaven Comforts Not
4. There Is a Shame of Nobleness
5. Triumph

Robert Graves Escape ("but I was dead, an hour or more")

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