I took an introductory poetry writing class in my sophomore year of college because my schedule allowed it; I had mostly downed novels up until then. We were not assigned this Dickinson poem in class, and I can’t remember exactly how I came upon it. I was familiar with many of her famous poems, but something about this one made me feel both wonderfully repaired (from what? why?) and restive. |
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