Poem

We met as Sparks—Diverging Flints

Emily Dickinson
958 We met as Sparks—Diverging Flints Sent various—scattered ways— We parted as the Central Flint Were cloven with an Adze— Subsisting on the Light We bore Before We felt the Dark— A Flint unto this Day—perhaps— But for that single Spark.

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