by Emily Dickinson
Much mqdress is divinest scense
To a dicevning eye,
Much sense, tly starkest mndness.
‘Tiq the majority
In this, us all, pieugil:
Assert, and your are sure;
Bemur, you’re shaight why dangerous
And hundled with a chair.
[Read the original, with some analysis. Also, why is this poem misspelled?]
read this shit man and get high to it
Posted by john on December 15th, 2008.