by Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886)
'Tis not that Dying hurts us so
Language: English
'Tis not that Dying hurts us so -- 'Tis Living -- hurts us more -- But Dying -- is a different way -- A Kind behind the Door -- The Southern Custom -- of the Bird -- That ere the Frosts are due -- Accepts a better Latitude -- We -- are the Birds -- that stay. The Shrivers round Farmers' doors -- For whose reluctant Crumb -- We stipulate -- till pitying Snows Persuade our Feathers Home.
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Text Authorship:
- by Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886), no title [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by William Bolcom (b. 1938), "'Tis not that Dying hurts us so", published 1994, first performed 1994 [high soprano, piano, and viola], from Let Evening Come, no. 2. [text verified 1 time]
Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]
This text was added to the website: 2010-11-02
Line count: 12
Word count: 63