Thursday, October 29, 2020

DISENCHANTMENT - by Emily Dickinson

 






DISENCHANTMENT

by Emily Dickinson



    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.