We see—Comparatively—, por Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

We see—Comparatively—

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We see—Comparatively—

The Thing so towering high

We could not grasp its segment

Unaided—Yesterday—

This Morning’s finer Verdict—

Makes scarcely worth the toil—

A furrow—Our Cordillera—

Our Apennine—a Knoll—

Perhaps ’tis kindly—done us—

The Anguish—and the loss—

The wrenching—for His Firmament

The Thing belonged to us—

To spare these Striding Spirits

Some Morning of Chagrin—

The waking in a Gnat’s—embrace—

Our Giants—further on—

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