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(Poem # J-1212 FR-278, pub. 1894, Letters)
A word is dead when it is said,
Some say.
I say it just begins to live
That day.
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Illustration: Library Walk: East 41st Street, NYC
A Celebration of the
World's Great Literature,
The New York Public Library.
Sculptor: Gregg Lefevre,
1998
Emily Dickinson: Early Feminist Essays
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