Poems ✍️
  06.05.2025
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Author: Emily Dickinson

It Dropped So Low -- In My Regard --

It dropped so low -- in my Regard --
I heard it hit the Ground --
And go to pieces on the Stones
At bottom of my Mind --

Yet blamed the Fate that flung it -- less
Than I denounced Myself,
For entertaining Plated Wares
Upon My Silver Shelf --


  self-reflection fate regret responsibility

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