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As One does Sickness over
In convalescent Mind,
His scrutiny of Chances
By blessed Health obscured—
As One rewalks a Precipice
And whittles at the Twig
That held Him from Perdition
Sown sidewise in the Crag
A Custom of the Soul
Far after suffering
Identity to question
For evidence't has been—
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Comments2Hmm, not really my cup of tea, this poem kind of went over my head. I guess I just didn't really connect with it that much, but hey, to each their own right? We can't all have the same taste in poetry.
Wow, Dickinson's comparison of recovering from sickness to rewalking a precipice sends shivers down my spine! 😨 Anyone else felt that? How does this connect to identity? 🤔