this picture goes to Emily Dickinson`s adorable poem : I never lost as much but twice
- I never lost as much but twice,
- And that was in the sod;
- Twice have I stood a beggar
- Before the door of God!
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- Angels, twice descending,
- Reimbursed my store.
- Burglar, banker, father,
- I am poor once more!
© Eni Turkeshi PhotographyEmily DickinsonA Light exists in SpringNot present on the YearAt any other period —When March is scarcely hereA Color stands abroadOn Solitary FieldsThat Science cannot overtakeBut Human Nature feels.It waits upon the Lawn,It shows the furthest TreeUpon the furthest Slope you knowIt almost speaks to you.Then as Horizons stepOr Noons report awayWithout the Formula of soundIt passes and we stay —A quality of lossAffecting our ContentAs Trade had suddenly encroachedUpon a Sacrament.