Emily Dickinson

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

I Had Not Minded—walls - Poem by Emily Dickinson

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I had not minded—Walls—
Were Universe—one Rock—
And fr I heard his silver Call
The other side the Block—

I'd tunnel—till my Groove
Pushed sudden thro' to his—
Then my face take her Recompense—
The looking in his Eyes—

But 'tis a single Hair—
A filament—a law—
A Cobweb—wove in Adamant—
A Battlement—of Straw—

A limit like the Veil
Unto the Lady's face—
But every Mesh—a Citadel—
And Dragons—in the Crease—


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004



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