“Mine enemy is growing old,—
I have at last revenge.
The palate of the hate departs;
If any would avenge,—

Let him be quick, the viand flits,
It is a faded meat.
Anger as soon as fed is dead;
’T is starving makes it fat.”

— Emily Dickinson, Life, and Death, and Giants —

Life, p. 38
Collected Poems (1993)

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American poet 1830–1886

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