mutilation odes, 1
safe
do you think it safe?
it is not safe
is very safe
said
my intention is to carry sail during the night
is not the same
the same as
on a bank of sand and shells
saturday morning
expected to be saved
saw the
sea ran so high
seems a
like I have not seen
sent
sent ashore
severally
shaken
she waits
there is good shelter
Love is its own rescue, for we — at our supremest, are but its trembling Emblems
Emily Dickinson, L522
ex Mutilation Odes (2001)
16 May 2012
tags: mutilation odes