I Was the Slightest in the House, di Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

I Was the Slightest in the House

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I was the slightest in the House—

I took the smallest Room—

At night, my little Lamp, and Book—

And one Geranium—

So stationed I could catch the Mint

That never ceased to fall—

And just my Basket—

Let me think—I’m sure—

That this was all—

I never spoke—unless addressed—

And then, ’twas brief and low—

I could not bear to live—aloud—

The Racket shamed me so—

And if it had not been so far—

And any one I knew

Were going—I had often thought

How noteless—I could die—

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