As One Does Sickness Over, par Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

As One Does Sickness Over

957

As One does Sickness over

In convalescent Mind,

His scrutiny of Chances

By blessed Health obscured—

As One rewalks a Precipice

And whittles at the Twig

That held Him from Perdition

Sown sidewise in the Crag

A Custom of the Soul

Far after suffering

Identity to question

For evidence’t has been—

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