AMERICAN GANGSTER

Enough of your
Yankee bloodshed

by Dan Monaco

Emily Dickinson’s Victory comes late— first appears in a letter (absent any contents but the poem) sent to Samuel Bowles, editor of the Springfield Republican, in late 1861 or, at the latest, early 1862:

Victory comes late—
And is held low to freezing lips—
Too rapt with frost
To take it—
How sweet it would have tasted—
Just a Drop—
Was God so economical?
His Table’s spread too high for Us—
Unless We dine on tiptoe—
Crumbs—fit such little mouths—
Cherries—suit Robins—
The Eagle’s Golden Breakfast strangles—Them
God keep His Oath to Sparrows—
Who of Little Love—know how to starve—

 

 

 

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