Emily Dickinson

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

It Dropped So Low -- In My Regard -- - Poem by Emily Dickinson

It dropped so low -- in my Regard --
I heard it hit the Ground --
And go to pieces on the Stones
At bottom of my Mind --

Yet blamed the Fate that flung it -- less
Than I denounced Myself,
For entertaining Plated Wares
Upon My Silver Shelf --

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  • Silver Star - 7,657 Points Eric Ericson (1/23/2015 7:57:00 PM)

    It is said that at times Emily would randomly drop the things she was carrying. It is one of the symptoms of epilepsy. I wonder if this is what this poem is about? (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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