The pages on my Dickison text have been stained with coffee, spilled from the tumblr inside my bag.
I never realised the significance of her work until a few weeks ago. Maybe if I tried hard enough I can start passing my literature essays

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The Heart has narrow Banks
It measures like the Sea
In mighty - unremiting Bass
And Blue Monotony

Till Hurricane bisect
And as itself discerns
Its insufficient Area
The Heart convulsive learns

That Calm is but a Wall
Of unattempted Gauze
An instant's Push demolishes
A Questioning - dissolves.