Poem by Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

The Show

The show is not the show,
But they that go.
Menagerie to me
My neighbor be.
Fair play --
Both went to see.

1. Going
2. I Have a King Who Does Not Speak
3. I Know a Place Where Summer Strives
4. Pompless No Life Can Pass Away
5. Unto My Books So Good to Turn

Wilfred Owen The Show ("My soul looked down from a vague height with Death")

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