Poems ✍️
  07.06.2025
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Author: Emily Dickinson

Just As He Spoke It From His Hands

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Just as He spoke it from his Hands
This Edifice remain—
A Turret more, a Turret less
Dishonor his Design—

According as his skill prefer
It perish, or endure—
Content, soe'er, it ornament
His absent character.


  creation legacy craftsmanship impermanence

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