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I can wade Grief

I can wade Grief

I can wade Grief
Whole Pools of it
I’m used to that
But the least push of Joy
Breaks up my feet
And I tip drunken
Let no Pebble smile
‘Twas the New Liquor
That was all!

Power is only Pain
Stranded, thro’ Discipline,
Till Weights will hang
Give Balm to Giants
And they’ll wilt, like Men
Give Himmaleh
They’ll Carry Him!



Poem I can wade Grief - Emily Dickinson