letters from dickinson to bowles

To Samuel Bowles
From ED

about 1860

I can't explain it, Mr. Bowles.

Two swimmers wrestled on the spar
Until the morning sun,
Whe one turned, smiling, to the land -
Oh God! the other One!
The stray ships - passing, spied a face
Upon the waters borne,
With eyes, in death, still begging, raised,
And hands - beseeching - thrown!

thomas johnson's note on letter 219 | index to dickinson/bowles letters

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