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Friday, June 24, 2011

To My Husband, on His 35th Birthday

Someday I will write my own poems again, but for now, let my friend Emily tell you exactly how I feel today.

by Emily Dickinson

Of all the souls that stand create
I have elected one.
When sense from spirit files away,
And subterfuge is done;

When that which is and that which was
Apart, intrinsic, stand,
And this brief tragedy of flesh
Is shifted like a sand;

When figures show their royal front
And mists are carved away, --
Behold the atom I preferred
To all the lists of clay!

I love you!

"Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same."
-Emily Brontë

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