HE fumbles at your spirit | |
| As players at the keys | |
| Before they drop full music on; | |
| He stuns you by degrees, | |
| Prepares your brittle substance | 5 |
| For the ethereal blow, | |
| By fainter hammers, further heard, | |
| Then nearer, then so slow | |
| Your breath has time to straighten, | |
| Your brain to bubble cool,— | 10 |
| Deals one imperial thunderbolt | |
| That scalps your naked soul. -Emily Dickinson |
Thursday, April 16, 2009
He fumbles at your spirit
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