Had we our senses, por Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

Had we our senses

But perhaps ’tis well they’re not at Home

So intimate with Madness

He’s liable with them

Had we the eyes without our Head—

How well that we are Blind—

We could not look upon the Earth—

So utterly unmoved—

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Had we our senses

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