Poems ✍️
  18.05.2025
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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 fractured, less
Than I reviled myself
For entertaining plated wares
Upon my silver shelf.


  disappointment self-blame broken illusion

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