letters from dickinson to eudocia converse flynt

about 20 July 1862

Dear Mrs Flint

You and I, did'nt finish talking. Have you room for the sequel, in your Vase?

All the letters I could write,
Were not fair as this -
Syllables of Velvet -
Sentences of Plush -
Depths of Rub, undrained -
Hid, Lip, for Thee,
Play it were a Humming Bird
And sipped just Me -


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