Emily Dickinson

I Had Not Minded walls

poem 398

I had not minded Walls Were Universe one Rock And fr I heard his silver Call The other side the Block I’d tunnel till my Groove Pushed sudden thro’ to his Then my face take her Recompense The looking in his Eyes But ’tis a single Hair A filament a law A Cobweb wove in Adamant A Battlement of Straw A limit like the Veil Unto the Lady’s face But every Mesh a Citadel And Dragons in the Crease

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