Read more poems by Emily Dickinson: Emily Dickinson Poems at Poetry X.
1282 Art thou the thing I wanted? Begone—my Tooth has grown— Supply the minor Palate That has not starved so long— I tell thee while I waited The mystery of Food Increased till I abjured it And dine without Like God— -- Art thou the thing I wanted? Begone—my Tooth has grown— Affront a minor palate Thou could'st not goad so long— I tell thee while I waited— The mystery of Food Increased till I abjured it Subsisting now like God— Edited by Peter Carter
Added: 2 Apr 2003 | Last Read: 4 Sep 2026 12:40 AM | Viewed: 7747 times
A PoetryNotes™ eBook is available for this poem for delivery within 24 hours, and usually available within minutes during normal business hours.
ON SALE - only $29.95 19.95!
For more information...