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Emily DickinsonGoing — to — Her!
Happy — Letter! Tell Her —
Tell Her — the page I never wrote!
Tell Her, I only said — the Syntax —
And left the Verb and the Pronoun — out!
Tell Her just how the fingers — hurried —
Then — how they — stammered — slow — slow —
And then — you wished you had eyes — in your pages —
So you could see — what moved — them — so —
Tell Her — it wasn’t a practised — Writer —
You guessed —
From the way the sentence — toiled —
You could hear the Boddice — tug — behind you —
As if it held but the might of a Child!
You almost pitied — it — you — it worked so —
Tell Her — No — you may quibble — there —
For it would split Her Heart — to know it —
And then — you and I — were silenter!
Tell Her — Day — finished — before we — finished —
And the old Clock kept neighing — “Day”!
And you — got sleepy —
And begged to be ended —
What could — it hinder so — to say?
Tell Her — just how she sealed — you — Cautious!
But — if she ask "where you are hid" — until the evening —
Ah! Be bashful!
Gesture Coquette —
And shake your Head!