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and powerful affairs of state –
venerate the greenhouse – on the rack –
that gives up in flowers and splinters –
because you surrendered in shitflush shapes of flesh –
she will die – barking and frigging –
Freedom – give Brutality – waiting lemons –
help your hands
deep in cat feathers
to take it all in
a squat
in Copenhagen
coffee brought on board
trusting joy could poke
from decayed masks
stayed up all night
to find out if it would blind him
the heart’s labour
is the most alienated
so distant I invent
for it a fake labour, love
I think this poem is about how wonderful and interesting life is to Emily
Dickinson. I also think that Dickinson is saying how interesting it is
to write poems about life
and over your heart I watch
like a Wikipedia page loved too much