My Wheel Is in the Dark, por Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

My Wheel Is in the Dark

My wheel is in the dark!

I cannot see a spoke

Yet know its dripping feet

Go round and round.

My foot is on the Tide!

An unfrequented road—

Yet have all roads

A clearing at the end—

Some have resigned the Loom—

Some in the busy tomb

Find quaint employ—

Some with new—stately feet—

Pass royal through the gate—

Flinging the problem back

At you and I!

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