The Mind
Too cold is this
From The Single Hound (1914)
The Mind
Too cold is this
To warm with sun,
Too stiff to bended be,
To joint this agate were a feat
Outstaring masonry.
How went the agile kernel out—
Contusion of the husk,
Nor rip, nor wrinkle indicate,—
But just an Asterisk.
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MLA
Dickinson, Emily. “Too cold is this.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/dickinson/763/.
Chicago
Dickinson, Emily. “Too cold is this.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/dickinson/763/.
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