Poem A Day

One Day is there of the Series

by Emily Dickinson

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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Poem A Day

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