Poem

'Twas awkward, but it fitted me

Emily Dickinson
973 'Twas awkward, but it fitted me— An Ancient fashioned Heart— Its only lore—its Steadfastness— In Change—unerudite— It only moved as do the Suns— For merit of Return— Or Birds—confirmed perpetual By Alternating Zone— I only have it not Tonight In its established place— For technicality of Death— Omitted in the Lease—

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