I had not minded—Walls—, par Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

I had not minded—Walls—

Were Universe—one Rock—

And far I heard his silver Call

The other side the Block—

I’d tunnel—till my Groove

Pushed sudden thro’ to his—

Then my face take her Recompense—

The looking in his Eyes—

But ’tis a single Hair—

A filament—a law—

A Cobweb—wove in Adamant—

A Battlement—of Straw—

A limit like the Veil

Unto the Lady’s face—

But every Mesh—a Citadel—

And Dragons—in the Crease—

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