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I’m ceded I’ve stopped being Theirs

I’m ceded I’ve stopped being Theirs

I’m ceded I’ve stopped being Theirs
The name They dropped upon my face
With water, in the country church
Is finished using, now,
And They can put it with my Dolls,
My childhood, and the string of spools,
I’ve finished threading too

Baptized, before, without the choice,
But this time, consciously, of Grace
Unto supremest name
Called to my Full The Crescent dropped
Existence’s whole Arc, filled up,
With one small Diadem.

My second Rank too small the first
Crowned Crowing on my Father’s breast
A half unconscious Queen
But this time Adequate Erect,
With Will to choose, or to reject,
And I choose, just a Crown



Poem I’m ceded I’ve stopped being Theirs - Emily Dickinson