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Five
The parting of strangers is bitter
By far for what is left
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For Dickinson: Four
Astonished at your perfumed
Rose, rising to my breath;
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For Atwood: Three
I wish to drown what haunts you
It fills the back of your eyes
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Two
Faint traceries of wind are
All curling ‘round your crown.
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After Emily Dickinson #55: One
I saw your cabin, stranger,
Below the clouds and trees.