The liberty to die
– The sole, unchallenged gift
To hearts from their Inquisitor –
Is consequent of life;
The ambuscade of love
With all attendant wounds
Is why, within a world of pain,
The heart asks pleasure first.
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The liberty to die – The sole, unchallenged gift To hearts from their Inquisitor – Is consequent of life;
The ambuscade of love With all attendant wounds Is why, within a world of pain, The heart asks pleasure first. Author notes
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. Emily Dickinson
My poem was written for a native of the Berkshires.
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