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A poem by
Emily Dickinson
(1830-1886)

One need not be a Chamber — to be Haunted —

One need not be a House —

The Brain has Corridors — surpassing

Material Place —

 

Far safer, of a Midnight Meeting

External Ghost

Than its interior Confronting —

That Cooler Host.

 

Far safer, through an Abbey gallop,

The Stones a'chase —

Than Unarmed, one's a'self encounter —

In lonesome Place —

 

Ourself behind ourself, concealed —

Should startle most —

Assassin hid in our Apartment

Be Horror's least.

 

The Body — borrows a Revolver —

He bolts the Door —

O'erlooking a superior spectre —

Or More —

 

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