By a flower -- By a letter
By a flower -- By a letter -- By a nimble love -- If I weld the Rivet faster -- Final fast -- above --
Never mind my breathless Anvil! Never mind Repose! Never mind the sooty faces Tugging at the Forge!
Emily Dickinson
By a flower -- By a letter -- By a nimble love -- If I weld the Rivet faster -- Final fast -- above --
Never mind my breathless Anvil! Never mind Repose! Never mind the sooty faces Tugging at the Forge!
The speaker pictures herself in a forge, taking the smallest tokens of affection—a flower, a letter—and working them into something unbreakable. Love itself is “nimble,” quick and sly, so she’s in a hurry to “weld the Rivet faster” and make the bond “Final fast” above, as if hammered tight for…
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