Friday I Tasted Life - Emily Dickenson

Friday I tasted life. It was a vast morsel.
A circus passed the house - still I feel the red
in my mind though the drums are out. The Lawn is full of
south, and the odors tangle, and I hear today for the first
time the rivers in the trees.

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