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 -
Emily.
thomas johnson's note on letter 270 | index to dickinson/flynt letters
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