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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=385841" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>I'm ceded—I've stopped being Theirs</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=385841" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">508</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=385841" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I'm ceded—I've stopped being Theirs—<br>The name They dropped upon my face<br>With water, in the country church<br>Is finished using, now,<br>And They can put it with my Dolls,<br>My childhood, and the string of spools,<br>I've finished threading—too—</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=385841" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Baptized, before, without the choice,<br>But this time, consciously, of Grace—<br>Unto supremest name—<br>Called to my Full—The Crescent dropped—<br>Existence's whole Arc, filled up,<br>With one small Diadem.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=385841" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">My second Rank—too small the first—<br>Crowned—Crowing—on my Father's breast—<br>A half unconscious Queen—<br>But this time—Adequate—Erect,<br>With Will to choose, or to reject,<br>And I choose, just a Crown—</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Emily+Dickinson">Emily Dickinson</a></strong></div>