Emily Dickinson - One Year ago—jots what? lyrics

296 One Year ago—jots what? God—spell the word! I—can't Was't Grace? Not that Was't Glory? That—will do Spell slower—Glory Such Anniversary shall be Sometimes—not often—in Eternity When farther Parted, than the Common Woe Look—feed upon each other's faces—so In doubtful meal, if it be possible Their Banquet's true I tasted—careless—then I did not know the Wine Came once a World—Did you? Oh, had you told me so This Thirst would blister—easier—now You said it hurt you—most Mine—was an Acorn's Breast And could not know how fondness grew In Shaggier Vest Perhaps—I couldn't But, had you looked in A Giant—eye to eye with you, had been No Acorn—then So—Twelve months ago We breathed Then dropped the Air Which bore it best? Was this—the patientest Because it was a Child, you know And could not value—Air? If to be "Elder"—mean most pain I'm old enough, today, I'm certain—then As old as thee—how soon? One—Birthday more—or Ten? Let me—choose! Ah, Sir, None!