Tis not that Dying hurts us so
Read 'Tis not that Dying hurts us so' by 'Emily Dickinson' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
Tis not that Dying hurts us so by Emily Dickinson
'Tis not that Dying hurts us so --
'Tis Living -- hurts us more --
But Dying -- is a different way --
A Kind behind the Door --
The Southern Custom -- of the Bird --
That ere the Frosts are due --
Accepts a better Latitude --
We -- are the Birds -- that stay.
The Shrivers round Farmers' doors --
For whose reluctant Crumb --
We stipulate -- till pitying Snows
Persuade our Feathers Home.
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