Lyric Poem · Peace
We talked as Girls do
We talked as Girls do —
Fond, and late —
We speculated fair, on every subject, but the Grave —
Of ours, none affair —
We handled Destinies, as cool —
As we — Disposers — be —
And God, a Quiet Party
To our Authority —
But fondest, dwelt upon Ourself
As we eventual — be —
When Girls to Women, softly raised
We — occupy — Degree —
We parted with a contract
To cherish, and to write
But Heaven made both, impossible
Before another night.
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Quick facts
- Poem
- We talked as Girls do
- Poet
- Emily Dickinson
- Length
- 16 lines
- Form
- Lyric Poem
- Themes
- Peace, Death & Loss
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- Shape
- 16 lines · 4 quatrains
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- Author record
- Emily Dickinson1830–1886
- Source record
- PoetryDBWe talked as Girls do by emily-dickinson, PoetryDB transcription
- Display decision
- Full text · United States · reviewed 2026-07-18
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- Editorial handling
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