poems from dickinson to emily fowler ford

We play at Paste -
Till qualified, for Pearl -
Then, drop the Paste -
And deem ourself a fool -

The Shapes - though - were similar -
And our new Hands
Learned Gem-Tactics -
Practicing Sands -

thomas johnson's note on poem 320 | index to dickinson/ford poems

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