Emily Dickinson Kicks My Ass

It makes us think of all the dead
That sauntered with us here,
By separation's sorcery
Made cruelly more dear.

It makes us think of what we had,
And what we now deplore.
We almost wish those siren throats
Would go and sing no more.

An ear can break a human heart
As quickly as a spear
We wish the ear had not a heart
So dangerously near.

1 comment:

CSECooney said...



She can kick MY ass any time.