Emily Dickinson – A not admitting of the wound (Poem 1188)

Emily-Dickinson-A not admitting of the wound (Poem 1188)


A not admitting of the wound
Until it grew so wide
That all my Life had entered it
And there were troughs beside -

A closing of the simple lid that opened to the sun
Until the tender Carpenter
Perpetual nail it down -

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