The Heart Asks Pleasure First

(thing) by SophiesCat Wed May 09 2001 at 19:11:03
A poem by Emily Dickinson.

THE HEART asks pleasure first,
And then, excuse from pain;
And then, those little anodynes
That deaden suffering;

And then, to go to sleep;
And then, if it should be
The will of its Inquisitor,
The liberty to die.

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