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 fractured, less
Than I reviled myself
For entertaining plated wares
Upon my silver shelf.


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 15, 2001



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