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Early American Poets » Emily Dickinson » Emily Dickinson’s Poetry » A Wounded Deer

A Wounded Deer

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A wounded deer leaps highest,
I’ve heard the hunter tell;
T’is but the ecstasy of death,
And then the brake is still.

The smitten rock that gushes,
The trampled steel that springs:
A cheek is always redder
Just where the hectic stings!

Mirth is the mail of anguish,
In which it caution arm,
Lest anybody spy the blood
And Youre hurt exclaim!

– Emily Dickinson 
 

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From:
Part One: Life.Dickinson, Emily. 1924. Complete Poems

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(Emily Dickinson’s Poetry)

  • A Book
  • A Precious Mouldering
  • A train went through a burial gate
  • A Wounded Deer
  • Because I Could Not Stop For Death
  • Behind me dips Eternity
  • Bustle In A House
  • Come Slowly Eden
  • Dare You See A Soul
  • Empty My Heart of Thee
  • Faith Is A Fine Invention
  • For Each Ecstatic Moment
  • Going to Heaven
  • Hope Is The Thing With Feathers
  • I Can Wade Grief
  • I Died for Beauty
  • I Felt A Funeral In My Brain
  • I know that he exists
  • I Read My Sentence Steadily
  • I Shall Keep Singing
  • I Shall Know why
  • I Taste A Liqour
  • I Went to Heaven
  • If I Can Stop
  • It Was Not Death
  • Let Down the Bars, O Death
  • Let us Play Yesterday
  • Much Madness
  • My Life Closed
  • Poems On Nature
  • Poems Series One
  • Success Is Counted Sweetest
  • T’is So Much Joy
  • The Chariot (Because I Could Not Stop For Death)
  • They Dropped like Flakes
  • Who Never Lost
  • Wild Nights
  • Xvi