Poems by Emily Dickinson (Third Series): Thanksgiving Day

Updated May 6, 2020 | Infoplease Staff
by EmilyDickinson
Experience
Childish Griefs

Thanksgiving Day

Thanksgiving Day

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 bay, —
Unto such, were such assembly,
'T were Thanksgiving day.
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