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I have to analyze the following poem by Emily Dickinson (say what rhyme it has, what it is about, if there are rhetorical figures,...) :


'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-


There ere the Frosts are due-


Accepts a better Latitude-


We- are the Birds- that stay.



The Shiverers round Farmers' doors-


For whose reluctant Crumb-


We stipulate- till pitying Snows


Persuade our Feathers Home.


Thank you.

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