One Day Is There Of The Series
Emily Dickinson
814 One Day is there of the Series Termed Thanksgiving Day. Celebrated part at Table Part in Memory. Neither Patriarch nor Pussy I dissect the Play Seems it to my Hooded thinking Reflex Holiday. Had there been no sharp Subtraction From the early Sum— Not an Acre or a Caption Where was once a Room— Not a Mention, whose small Pebble Wrinkled any Sea, Unto Such, were such Assembly ’Twere Thanksgiving Day.
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