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Emily Dickinson (1830–86). Complete Poems. 1924. Part Three: Love XLVI HE fumbles at your spirit As players at the keys Before they drop full music on; He stuns you by degrees, Prepares your brittle substance For the ethereal blow, By fainter hammers, further heard, Then nearer, then so slow Your breath has time to straighten, Your brain to bubble cool,— Deals one imperial thunderbolt That scalps your naked soul.
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Apr 20, 2015
Apr 20, 2015 at 2:05 PM UTC
"HE fumbles at your spirit"
Emily Dickinson (1830–86). Complete Poems. 1924. Part Three: Love XLVI HE fumbles at your spirit As players at the keys Before they drop full music on; He stuns you by degrees, Prepares your brittle substance For the ethereal blow, By fainter hammers, further heard, Then nearer, then so slow Your breath has time to straighten, Your brain to bubble cool,— Deals one imperial thunderbolt That scalps your naked soul.
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Apr 20, 2015
Apr 20, 2015 at 2:05 PM UTC
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