Life XXX. We play at paste, di Emily Dickinson | poesie, saggi e racconti nel Poeticous

Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

Life XXX. We play at paste

Part One: Life

XXX

WE play at paste,

Till qualified for pearl,

Then drop the paste,

And deem ourself a fool.

The shapes, though, were similar,

And our new hands

Learned gem—tactics

Practising sands.

#Americans #Women #XIXCentury

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