Daily Emily Dickinson

poems | source | simple

· · ·

                LII.

Is bliss, then, such abyss
I must not put my foot amiss
For fear I spoil my shoe?

I'd rather suit my foot
Than save my boot,
For yet to buy another pair
Is possible
At any fair.

But bliss is sold just once;
The patent lost
None buy it any more.


            
Wednesday, September 23, 2026
~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~