poems sent from dickinson to elizabeth holland

To Elizabeth Holland
From ED

As by the dead we love to sit,
Become so wondrous dear -
As for the lost we grapple
Tho' all the rest are here -

In broken mathematics
We estimate our prize
Vast - in it's fading ratio
To our penurious eyes!

thomas johnson's note on poem 88 | index to dickinson/holland poems

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