Troubled about many things

XI. "TROUBLED ABOUT MANY THINGS."

How many times these low feet staggered, Only the soldered mouth can tell ; Try !  can you stir the awful rivet ? Try !  can you lift the hasps of steel ? Stroke the cool forehead, hot so often, Lift, if you can, the listless hair ; Handle the adamantine fingers Never a thimble more shall wear. Buzz the dull flies on the chamber window ; Brave shines the sun through the freckled pane ; Fearless the cobweb swings from the ceiling — Indolent housewife, in daisies lain !

 

from Poems by Emily Dickinson (1890)
"I died for beauty, but was scarce"	Real

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