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!

Auteur: Emily Dickinson

I can wade Grief—<br />Whole Pools of it—<br />I'm used to that—<br />But the least push of Joy<br />Breaks up my feet—<br />And I tip—drunken—<br />Let no Pebble—smile—<br />'Twas the New Liquor—<br />That was all! - Emily Dickinson

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