Emily Dickinson

Is It True, Dear Sue?

poem 218

Is it true, dear Sue? Are there two? I shouldn’t like to come For fear of joggling Him! If I could shut him up In a Coffee Cup, Or tie him to a pin Till I got in Or make him fast To Toby’s fist Hist! Whist! I’d come!

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