for a leisurely sunday delight, please visit my friend ashok’s blog and a looong discussion of an emily dickinson poem – this one:
i could suffice for him, i knew –
he – could suffice for me –
yet hesitating fractions – both
surveyed infinity –
“would i be whole” he sudden broached –
my syllable rebelled –
’twas face to face with nature – forced –
’twas face to face with god –
withdrew the sun – to other wests –
withdrew the furthest star
before decision – stooped to speech –
and then – be audibler
the answer of the sea unto
the motion of the moon –
herself adjust her tides – unto –
could i – do else – with mine?
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