Thursday, July 6, 2017

Friday I tasted life


Friday I tasted life.
It was a vast morsel. 
A Circus passed the house —-
still I feel the red in my mind though the drums are out. 
The Lawn is full of south and the odors tangle,
and I hear to-day for the first time
the river in the tree.

–Emily Dickinson


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