Emily Dickinson — "I measure every Grief I meet With narrow, probing, eyes – I wonder if It weighs …"
I measure every Grief I meet With narrow, probing, eyes – I wonder if It weighs like Mine – Or has an easier size.
I measure every Grief I meet With narrow, probing, eyes – I wonder if It weighs like Mine – Or has an easier size.
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"The Moon was but a Chin of Gold A Night or two ago – And now a Silver Cycle strides As analyzed by me –"
"The Luxury to apprehend An object that endureth So short a time that it is spent Before it has begun –"
"The Soul has Bandaged moments – When too appalled to stir – She feels some ghastly Fright come up And stop to look at her –"
"How dreary – to be – Somebody! How public – like a Frog – To tell your name – the livelong June – To an admiring Bog!"
"They say that 'time assuages' — Time never did assuage — An actual suffering strengthens As Sinews do, with age —"
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