These—saw Visions, par Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

These—saw Visions

These—saw Visions—

Latch them softly—

These—held Dimples—

Smooth them slow—

This—addressed departing accents—

Quick—Sweet Mouth—to miss thee so—

This—We stroked—

Unnumbered Satin—

These—we held among our own—

Fingers of the Slim Aurora—

Not so arrogant—this Noon—

These—adjust—that ran to meet us—

Pearl—for Stocking—Pearl for Shoe—

Paradise—the only Palace

Fit for Her reception—now—

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