The Heart asks Pleasure -- first --
And then -- Excuse from Pain --
And then -- those little Anodyness
That deaden suffering --
And then -- to go to sleep --
And then -- if it should be
The will of its Inquisitor
The privilege to die --
This poem speaks on how death is more of a release , a freedom. How in different stages of people's life realisation's that people crave different feeling across a life time. When your very young happiness is easily conjured however, later in life happiness comes at a cost to some people. Dickinson says that in the end of a life the person is counting the hours they are awake. The poem on a whole is a bit depressing however i like how it confronts the complications with growing older. The rhythm in the poem gives it a short staged appearance again representing the stages in life.
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