Home ⇒ 📌Emily Dickinson ⇒ I thought that nature was enough
I thought that nature was enough
I thought that nature was enough
Till Human nature came
But that the other did absorb
As Parallax a Flame
Of Human nature just aware
There added the Divine
Brief struggle for capacity
The power to contain
Is always as the contents
But give a Giant room
And you will lodge a Giant
And not a smaller man
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