I Can Wade Grief, por Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

I Can Wade Grief

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I can wade Grief—

Whole Pools of it—

I’m used to that—

But the least push of Joy

Breaks up my feet—

And I tip—drunken—

Let no Pebble—smile—

’Twas the New Liquor—

That was all!

Power is only Pain—

Stranded, thro’ Discipline,

Till Weights—will hang—

Give Balm—to Giants—

And they’ll wilt, like Men—

Give Himmaleh—

They’ll Carry—Him!

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