Emily Dickinson

We Met As Sparks diverging Flints

poem 958

We met as Sparks Diverging Flints Sent various scattered ways We parted as the Central Flint Were cloven with an Adze Subsisting on the Light We bore Before We felt the Dark A Flint unto this Day perhaps But for that single Spark.

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