Emily Dickinson

(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886 / Amherst / Massachusetts)

By a flower—By a letter


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By a flower—By a letter—
By a nimble love—
If I weld the Rivet faster—
Final fast—above—

Never mind my breathless Anvil!
Never mind Repose!
Never mind the sooty faces
Tugging at the Forge!

Submitted: Thursday, January 01, 2004

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